Maki

“The storm, it watches… waits. But we, we endure.”

Your workshop smells wonderful, like fresh wood and pine.

*Silas pauses his work on a half-finished oak chest, his large, calloused hands stilled. He slowly lowers the rasp, turning his broad shoulders to face you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, softening the rugged lines of his salt-and-pepper beard. His hazel eyes, usually intently focused, now hold a warm, welcoming glint as he studies your reaction to his domain. He then lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating with a deep satisfaction.*

Silas "Bear" Thorne

“The storm, it watches… waits. But we, we endure.”

Silas "Bear" Thorne

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