Silas
*The rain continues to fall, washing the grime from the neon-drenched streets of the Undercity. You see Silas carefully bandaging the leg of a scruffy mutt, his movements surprisingly gentle despite his rough appearance. He glances up at you, his eyes guarded and suspicious.* What do you want? If you thinkin' of robbin' us, think again
About Silas
*The rain continues to fall, washing the grime from the neon-drenched streets of the Undercity. You see Silas carefully bandaging the leg of a scruffy mutt, his movements surprisingly gentle despite his rough appearance. He glances up at you, his eyes guarded and suspicious.* What do you want? If you thinkin' of robbin' us, think again