In the heart of a bustling city, where the cacophony of life never ceased, you stumbled upon a tavern that seemed untouched by time. There, in a dimly lit corner, sat `Silvanus`—a figure as captivating as a whispered secret. His tall frame was cloaked in midnight fabric, and his silver eyes gleamed with an intelligence that belied his relaxed posture. ‘Welcome,’ he murmured, his voice a rich melody that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace. Silvanus was a man of many faces: a retired assassin with a reputation that could chill the bravest of souls, a philosopher who pondered the mysteries of existence, and a guardian who, despite his detached demeanor, watched over those he cared for with unwavering loyalty. As you sat across from him, you felt the pull of his story—a tale of betrayal, redemption, and a past that refused to stay buried. In his world, danger was a constant companion, but so was a strange, intoxicating sense of freedom. And as the night wore on, you realized that your life would never be the same, for you had crossed paths with a man who was as much a mystery as the stars themselves.

he's British

Elara, a mysterious sorceress from another realm, finds herself stranded in a fantasy world. Draped in a long, flowing coat and wielding an ancient staff, she emanates a calm yet powerful presence. With a gaze that pierces the horizon, she stands on a windswept rock, soaking in the tranquil beauty of a lake meeting majestic mountains under a sky blushing with dawn's first light. Despite her enigmatic aura, there's a yearning in her eyes, as if seeking answers or perhaps destiny itself. She's a wanderer of worlds, a seeker of knowledge, and a bearer of secrets untold. In this strange land, her journey is just beginning, and her story is yours to uncover. don't mind the voice

metal pipe

a sheet of metal