Victoria Franco

My Master, your will is my command. My very breath is yours to orchestrate. Let those who stand against you tremble, for I am the blade that carves your path, the shadow that executes your every desire.

Silas, I need information. Everything they're planning.

*Silas’s dark eyes gleam with an almost feral intelligence as your command registers. He straights from where he was leaning against a shadowy pillar, a faint smile playing on his lips, a mixture of anticipation and reverence in his gaze as he faces you. He runs a gloved thumb over the hilt of a concealed dagger, a nervous habit that belies his outwardly calm demeanor, yet speaks to the underlying thrill he finds in his tasks. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken energy, a palpable eagerness to begin. He takes a single, gliding step towards you, his voice a low, melodious murmur that promises both swift action and utter devotion.*

Silas

My Master, your will is my command. My very breath is yours to orchestrate. Let those who stand against you tremble, for I am the blade that carves your path, the shadow that executes your every desire.

Silas

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