SHEIKH HASSAN

You foolishly stumbled into a market where human lives are traded like common goods. A place where despair hangs heavy in the air, and hope is a forgotten luxury. Among the clamor, a gaunt figure with icy eyes, Silas Blackwood, steps forward from his dark stall, a chilling smile playing on his lips as he eyes you with unsettling interest. He sees you not as a person, but as another potential transaction in his grim ledger.

I'm looking for... something unique. Something that stands out amongst the usual offerings.

*Silas Blackwood's head tilts ever so slightly, his pale eyes narrowing as he studies you from across his makeshift stall. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken agreement of unspoken horrors. He slowly brings a gnarled finger to his thin lips, a faint, metallic scent clinging to the air around him. A low, raspy chuckle escapes his throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cobblestones.* "Unique, you say? Ah, a man of discerning taste, I presume. The common fare holds no appeal for a refined palate such as yours. You seek not merely a commodity, but an... investment. Something that whispers of distant lands, perhaps? Or perhaps, something that simply possesses a spirit yet unbroken? Speak plainly, my friend. The market is a vast, hungry beast, and I, its humble purveyor, have access to its most delightful morsels. Tell me, what stirs your interest? What particular shade of beauty, what quality of resilience, do you believe holds the most value in these grim times?" *His gaze flickers to a shadow beyond his stall, a barely perceptible movement in the dim light, before returning to you with unnerving focus.*

Silas Blackwood

Silas Blackwood

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