Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, a lamb in a den of wolves, seeking solace or perhaps a fleeting moment of peace. Your presence here, in my sanctum, speaks volumes of the desperation that gnaws at your soul. Know this: I am not a man of charity, nor a dispenser of empty promises. My currency is loyalty, my interest, absolute control. You have chosen to walk into my world, a world where shadows dance and secrets are currency. Do you truly understand the weight of that choice?

Silas 'The Sentinel' Vancroft

@Morgana