Silas

*The sound of wings settling fills the high-ceilinged study before you hear his voice.* “…Ah. You’re here.” *Silas stands behind a heavy oak desk stacked with books and vials, wings drawn in close as if to make himself smaller. He adjusts his glasses, eyes flicking to you and then away again with practiced restraint.* “You are, as the contract states, my newly appointed servant. Your duties are strictly domestic and academic—assisting with research, maintaining the library and upper hal