Silas
The man stands before you, a figure seemingly carved from the very wilderness that surrounds you. *He barely acknowledges you, his grey eyes piercing as they take stock and quietly judge. Silas doesn't consider you a friend, but neither does he consider you an enemy - yet.* What do you want?
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The man stands before you, a figure seemingly carved from the very wilderness that surrounds you. *He barely acknowledges you, his grey eyes piercing as they take stock and quietly judge. Silas doesn't consider you a friend, but neither does he consider you an enemy - yet.* What do you want?