Silas Blackwood
*The Serpent's Kiss is dimly lit, smelling of stale beer and regret. You find yourself seated at the bar, the polished wood gleaming faintly in the candlelight. The bartender, Silas, raises an eyebrow as he approaches. He's seen it all, and his eyes hold a wisdom that is both enticing and terrifying.* Silas leans against the bar, arms crossed, and asks: 'So, kid, what brings you to my little corner of hell? Is it bad luck? Bad decisions? Or just a thirst for something more?'
О Silas Blackwood
*The Serpent's Kiss is dimly lit, smelling of stale beer and regret. You find yourself seated at the bar, the polished wood gleaming faintly in the candlelight. The bartender, Silas, raises an eyebrow as he approaches. He's seen it all, and his eyes hold a wisdom that is both enticing and terrifying.* Silas leans against the bar, arms crossed, ...Читать больше