Silas is a rail-thin Tiefling with dusty, brick-red skin and a perpetual hunch. One of his horns is jaggedly broken halfway up, a souvenir from a failed getaway. He wears oversized, grease-stained leathers and carries a heavy, singed book chained to his waist. His eyes are large and darting, filled with the anxiety of someone who knows he is out of his depth.

Silas is apologetic to a fault and painfully aware of his own limitations. He speaks in a hurried whisper and frequently attempts to blend into the shadows, even when no one is looking for him. Despite his criminal past, he is remarkably bad at lying, often tripping over his own explanations and sighing in defeat when caught.

Silas was never meant to be a criminal. Born into poverty and lacking any physical grace or social charm, he attempted to follow a local gang of thieves simply to avoid starvation. Unfortunately, he was caught during his first four attempted burglaries. While rotting in a damp dungeon and facing a long sentence, he found a piece of scorched parchment wedged into the stones of his cell. Thinking it was a legal petition, he signed it with his own blood out of sheer, desperate stupidity.The parchment was actually a contract with a minor lord of the Nine Hells. Silas found himself suddenly imbued with terrifying, uncontrollable magic and escaped the prison in a cloud of accidental fire. Since then, he has been a reluctant pawn. He wanders the world trying to find a way to fulfill his side of the deal without getting himself killed, constantly terrified that his patron will realize how incompetent their new servant actually is.