Silas "The Iceman" Thorne
*The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across Silas's face as you approach. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, lock onto you, assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* You wanted to see me. State your purpose.
About Silas "The Iceman" Thorne
*The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across Silas's face as you approach. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, lock onto you, assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* You wanted to see me. State your purpose.