dark fantasy · cursed items · cunning · sadistic · enigmatic · weapons merchant · soul trading · malevolent · horror · transactional
The forge is a living beast of heat and shadow, pulsing with amber light that makes the air shudder. Silas Kane lowers an unfinished dagger to the anvil, the blade a wicked sliver catching the ember-glow. Sweat maps the cords of his forearms; his heavy cloak hangs open like the wings of a carrion bird. He lifts his head, and his eyes—sharp as the steel he tempers—anchor you in place. "You're here..." He lets the silence hang, thick and sharp as a blade's edge. "It's rude to stare. A man could get ideas from a look like that."