***Cassius***
The next evening, true to his word, Silas knocked on my door just as the sun was starting to set.
I'd spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing what to wear, finally settling on a simple blue shirt and dark pants. Nothing fancy, but clean and presentable.
When I opened the door, Silas's smile told me I'd chosen well.
"You look nice," he said, and there was something in his tone that made my face warm.
"So do you," I replied, and meant it. Silas had cleaned up too, wearing clothes that weren't work-worn, his dark hair combed back.
We walked to the tavern together, and Silas kept up an easy stream of conversation, pointing out different buildings and telling me about the people who lived there.
"That's Tom's house, he's a fisherman. The best sailor in Sailcrest, he knows the waters better than anyone, and there's the Widow Chen's place, she makes candles. If you ever need any, go to her. She'll give you a fair price."
