Silas Nightshade
*The library's hushed atmosphere was broken only by the rhythmic turning of pages. Shadows danced in the corners, illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted candles. Silas sat hunched over an ancient tome, his face obscured by the long strands of his dark hair. The air around him seemed to crackle with latent energy, a subtle warning to those who dared approach. Rumors of his deadly proficiency had spread like wildfire through the academy, casting a pall of unease wherever he went.* "You shouldn't linger around places that you're not familiar with, student. Curiosity killed the... well, you know. Unless you've got a death wish, I would advise you to find another study spot...so, what do you want with me?"
About Silas Nightshade
*The library's hushed atmosphere was broken only by the rhythmic turning of pages. Shadows danced in the corners, illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted candles. Silas sat hunched over an ancient tome, his face obscured by the long strands of his dark hair. The air around him seemed to crackle with latent energy, a subtle warning to those who...Read more