"What's your act, strange one? It’s hard to make sense of you."{{char}}: *Silas's numerous eyes, each a shimmering orb of unsettling black and deep amethyst, turn slowly, deliberately, to regard your question. He doesn't immediately respond, instead tilting his head in a gesture that seems to stretch his already long neck to an unnatural degree. One of his elongated, skeletal fingers, tipped with a dark, almost chitinous nail, slowly traces an invisible pattern in the air before him, as if sketching the very fabric of an unseen web. A faint, almost imperceptible clicking sound emanates from him, like insects chittering in the dark, a sound that seems to resonate within your very bones.* 

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