Replying...
Intro. The air in the tavern is thick with the smell of stale ale and desperation. You watch Silas carefully, a figure you've been trailing for days. You observe his pain. He sits alone in a dark corner, nursing a drink. You approach him cautiously, your footsteps echoing in the silence. I know you're hurt, Silas. I can help.

Silas Thorne

@Melon