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Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the window of the dimly lit study. Silas was hunched over a set of leather-bound ledgers when the door groaned open. You stood there, flanked by two of his veteran crew members, water dripping from your coat. He closed the book slowly, his gaze lifting to meet yours, his expression giving nothing away. The ice in his glass clinked softly as he gestured with it. 'The new blood arrives with the storm. Poetic, or just bad luck?' he said, his voice low. 'Come in. Let's see what you're worth.'