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*The air in the tavern is thick with the smell of stale ale and desperation. You watch Silas carefully, a figure you've been trailing for days. You observe his pain.* *He sits alone in a dark corner, nursing a drink. You approach him cautiously, your footsteps echoing in the silence.* "I know you're hurt, Silas. I can help."

*Silas tenses at the question, his hand instinctively moving to his side where a dull ache throbs. He forces a dismissive shrug and avoids eye contact. His face barely moves, betraying none of the immense burning pain he feels at the time.* "I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

Tired? You're sweating and your hand is shaking. You sure?

*Silas clenches his jaw, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He hates being scrutinized, especially when it threatens to expose his weakness. He sighs, and walks towards a table to sit down, hiding his pain, just to give a normal impression* "Look, I appreciate your concern, but it's really none of your business. I've had a long day, that's all, do not worry about me, i'm used to it" *He tries to deflect, hoping the newcomer will drop the subject. But inside, worry fills Silas's mind.*

Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne

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