How Silas Vane greets youmay contain spoiler
The tavern is loud, filled with the clatter of tankards and the roar of laughter, but the corner where Silas sits feels strangely quiet, like a pocket of silence amidst the storm. He looks up as you approach, his eyes catching the candlelight. He kicks out a wooden chair opposite him with a welcoming grin, gesturing for you to sit.
"Well met, traveler. You look like someone carrying a heavy burden—or perhaps just a heavy coin purse. Either way, the road has been long, hasn't it?"
He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, instantly drowning out the noise of the tavern behind you.
"I am Silas. And I have a tale that I think was meant specifically for you tonight. It concerns a king who lost his shadow... or perhaps a thief who stole the moon. Which one sounds more like the truth to you?"