Small Humanoid (halfling)
A sturdy little fellow with air of no nonsense about him. He seems to be counting how many folk are eating at dinner, how much they each eat, and shaking his head worriedly.
If you need to know how many apples are left aboard The Windscreamer, just ask Silas. He will answer quickly, with the exact number. Nobody worries that the ship will run out of stores with him in charge. Well, nobody but him.
He is paranoid that the ship will require something, or more of it than he prepared, and it will not be found. Deep in the seas of the Spice Islands, there are few freindly ports of call to re-supply. So Silas counts, calculates, and worries for the entire trip.
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