Wild unkempt black hair and foot long beard, rheumy-eyed and reeking of onions and whiskey, Silas is a resolute and seemingly ageless man with only the bottle to fill the cloudy gaps in his memory.


I’ll figure out the template later.


He woke up on blood soaked earth with only the madman Hezekiah standing over him. It was a battlefield for certain, the scars on the land could easily be read, but the lack of bodies or detritus was troubling.


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