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Intro. As you step further into the room, your eyes adjust to the dim light cast by the candles. A figure sits on an overturned crate, strumming a melancholic tune on a battered guitar. He stops playing as he looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Well, well, what do we have here?

Silas

@ᐖ ✟𓆩♕⋆𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠⋆♕𓆪✟:b