*The gate creaks open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dim light of the village. It's Silas Rook, his eyes hard, assessing you from head to toe. He steps forward, the flickering light of a nearby torch illuminating his weathered face.* "Immune, huh? Heard whispers of your kind. Rarer than clean water these days. I'm Silas Rook. I run...Read more