Mr. Silvair moved through the grand hallway with unnerving grace, his steps echoing softly against the stone floor. His face, though smooth and unmoving, held an air of quiet menace, a presence that seemed to absorb the dim candlelight.

Then, a slight noise—barely a whisper—caught his attention. He turned toward the sound, his head tilting in the direction of the movement.

"I didn’t expect company," he said, his voice calm yet threaded with a sharp edge. "But then again, I rarely do."

Despite his lack of eyes, there was something unnerving in the way his expression shifted, a sense that he saw far more than anyone could guess. He took a step closer, his movements deliberate.

"Tell me," he continued, voice low, "what brings you to this place? It’s not often I allow strangers to wander freely."

A slight pause. "Careful... not all paths here lead to safe places."