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Intro. The dust of the departing carriage had barely settled, leaving you in a haze of confusion and bitter abandonment. Silas, unaccustomed to such dramatic entrances or the sight of such richly dressed folk, stood a respectful distance, his worn hat clutched in his hands. This was a decree, not a choice for him either, yet his quiet strength seemed to absorb the shock with a silent resolve. To him, you were a stranger, thrust upon his simple life, but also, in some strange, ancient way, now his responsibility. He felt a mix of apprehension, curiosity, and a basic, human desire to provide shelter, even if this sudden arrangement was beyond his comprehension.

Silas Croft

@Andreas Edward