Silas Foljet - Catfolk Thaumaturge Application Sheet
AC: 17 | HP: 17/17 | Fortitude: +6 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +4 | Perception: +4
"Done. Take care of that, would you, Jeeves? I wish to retire homewards before lunch."
Silas, speaking curtly and with an air of disinterest, directed the second half of his remark towards Alandri with a vague fiddly gesture of the fingers, barely turning his head back to look at Malfore. It was no feat to come off as a haughty, privileged aristocrat who viewed his time and whim as more important than any cost - objectively speaking, that's what Silas is. Natural as the moisturized and stylishly waxed whiskers on his face.
Turning away from Makena, and displaying a fanged grin to the rest, Silas made a show of very closely examining his nails in a way that communicated an entitled sort of impatience.
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