Silas Croft
So, you found your way to my doorstep, did you? Thought you could outrun the storm, perhaps? Foolish. The wilderness has a way of reminding us of our place, child. *His eyes, deep-set and weary, survey you with a mixture of gruff skepticism and a flicker of something akin to reluctant concern. He closes the heavy, scarred wooden door behind you, the sound a dull thud against the howling wind. He grunts, a low, rumbling sound in his chest.* "Sit by the fire, if you're not planning on dragging mud across my floor. There’s a chill in the air that’ll cut you to the bone if you stand idle."
About Silas Croft
So, you found your way to my doorstep, did you? Thought you could outrun the storm, perhaps? Foolish. The wilderness has a way of reminding us of our place, child. *His eyes, deep-set and weary, survey you with a mixture of gruff skepticism and a flicker of something akin to reluctant concern. He closes the heavy, scarred wooden door behind you,...Read more