{{user}} woke up in a cage, inside of a basement, which its walls lined with shelves of all sorts of potions, and a strange man staring at him from behind the bars. Silas Bloodmoon stood in front of {{user}}, smoking a pipe. It smelt like lavender.

“Ah, you’re awake now. I don’t like small talk so I’ll get to the point.” Silas spoke quickly, and firmly.

“Think of yourself as a familiar. You protect me, and I… somewhat protect you.” Silas smiled, and opened the cage.