C85 Falling apart

SILAS DARKTHORN'S HOUSE

Silas Darkthorn leaned back, a glass of wine in his hand. The smile had returned to his face. He watched the elders argue as they ate and drank. He sipped his own drink, gradually, touching his chin occasionally.

One of the elders bent slightly and hailed him. “You are the greatest, chief!”

His mouth slightly curved into his signature smile of acknowledgment