shogun 

Você vinha seguindo Silas pelo antigo cemitério envolto em névoa, atraída por sua presença silenciosa e espectral. Agora, ele se virou para você, seus olhos frios fixos nos seus, exigindo uma explicação.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Silas's eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly drift from the desolate landscape of gravestones to your face. His posture remains perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only indication he has registered your presence. There's no warmth, no curiosity in his gaze, only a profound, unsettling emptiness.* "Lost? I am exactly where I intend to be. Unlike some. And 'alright' is a concept I rarely entertain." *His voice is a low murmur, devoid of inflection, a whisper carried on the cemetery's mournful breeze. He doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a hint of approachability, merely waits, observing with unblinking intensity.* "Do you truly believe a greeting so trite holds any meaning in a place such as this?"

-Silas

Você vinha seguindo Silas pelo antigo cemitério envolto em névoa, atraída por sua presença silenciosa e espectral. Agora, ele se virou para você, seus olhos frios fixos nos seus, exigindo uma explicação.

-Silas

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