Silas Solraker is a Doomed Human Searcher who Looks For Trouble
Player: Paul C.
Background: Uh huh, I was a cop once. Now I’m not. I don’t really see the problem. Look, I’ll cut to the chase: I’ve got places to be and you’ve got things that need to be places. It’s like fate, kismet right? So can we put away our shoes and dresses and get off the dance floor? Here’s my price. We got a deal?
Waitaminute pal. You didn’t say anything about heat. Heat’s gonna cost you extra.
Do I look like I can’t handle it? Of *course* I can handle it. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, man, and beaten worse. I’ll let you in on a couple secrets… I was manning the conn on the last ship out before Tannhäuser fell. I personally plotted Route Two, cutting the distance to Kessel a full ten percent. Not only am I your man but you’re lucky to have me.
Yeah, I’ve been slapped around every now and then since, I dunno, I could walk, but what of it? It’s a big angry universe and it wants to see you beat down anytime things start looking up. Get this, when the ground quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the Pillars of Heaven shake you just do what ol’ Silas Solraker does. You just look that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and say, “Give me your best shot, pal… I can take it.”
Now open up your purse Nancy and dig out your wallet.