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There aren't many folks in these parts that have reason to keep secrets from anybody, and those that do aren't likely the sort you'd want to find yourself around. This whole situation smells of trouble, and it feels as if you're about to take a dive straight into it.

You arrive at the spot where you found Silvanus yesterday. The patch of ground is still red with blood, and the smell is nearly as crisp as it was during that horrific scene. Not the imagery you'd want to have after a bellyful of the wedding's feast.

"It's a bit uncouth to leave a gentleman waiting, you know."

Silvanus slips out of the shadows and melds into reality like some sort of illusion. His expression paints a very sly smile underneath black opal eyes. A pressure swells within your chest, and your mind knows one thing as fact: this man is dangerous.

"It pleases me immensely that you deciphered my message, and even more so that you didn't bring that…lout along with you. There are some words that less sophisticated sorts are better off not hearing." He stares intently upon your face before nodding.

"You are cautious, trying to puzzle out who I am and whether you should have brought steel with you. Be at ease, I will answer any and all of your questions, Ronald Dunhall."

All your questions, aye? You don't want to look afraid, so you have to ask something. But what?