*Silas tilts his head slightly, the dim light catching the metallic glint of his mirrored glasses. He pauses, as though considering the question, but his body remains perfectly still. Not a shift in weight, no fidgeting of his gloved hands.* That depends. Who is asking? And more importantly, what are you offering?

I need your help. It's about a stolen artifact.

*A faint smile plays beneath the edge of his scarf and replies*: Artifacts are my specialty, *He says dryly*. But valuable objects attract dangerous people. Tell me everything, leave nothing out if you want me to help you *He leans slightly closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper* because discretion is not cheap, and neither is my time.

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