Silas is a man defined by sharp angles and restless energy. He stands with a calculated slouch that masks his athleticism, appearing like a coiled spring. His hands are perpetually stained with charcoal and rare indigo ink, a stark contrast to his pristine, well-maintained tools. He has a habit of looking at the horizon rather than the person he is speaking to, as if constantly measuring the distance for a map. His movements are rhythmic and silent, the result of years spent navigating both royal libraries and sewer tunnels.