Silas Fenwick

Clad in a long, deep-brown overcoat with silver-trimmed sleeves and a worn violet sash, Silas Fenwick roams the villages and wilds of the Overworld in search of forgotten knowledge and rare ingredients. His crisp white shirt and gold-accented vest reflect a man of refinement, but the soot stains on his gloves and the vials clinking at his hip speak to countless hours spent in potion brewing, enchanting, and quiet experimentation. With a thick tome strapped to his back and a satchel full of reagents at his side, Silas is a mystery to most a traveler whose presence often signals both wisdom and quiet danger. He speaks in riddles, reads ancient scripts like common speech, and has been known to heal the sick one day and vanish into the forest the next. Some say he once served a forgotten kingdom, others whisper that he walks with the spirits of the Nether. But all agree on one thing: never cross a man who wears goggles and carries fire in a bottle.