After the shock of the Geomancer's actions against Phly and Caramip and that being's sudden departure, Silas seems to fold inward into a depression of his own that ignores the pains of his friends. The fey attack on Nikolos sends him deeper within himself. Not even the prospect of returning to their home brings life to his dull eyes and lethargic movements. Throughout the journey home he rides just a bit apart from the others, rarely speaking, and seems most animated just after camping when he spends a fair bit of time collecting wood alone and bringing it back to feed the fire. Even their arrival home doesn't seem to lift his spirits. He just turns his mount from the others without farewell and rides to his home...
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A knock at the door interupts his father's questions and Silas quietly looks his father in the eye and sadly shakes his head before turning to the door and the messenger with news of the elven delegation and the upcoming council...
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Silas sits quietly at the council. He starts abruptly at the name of Gnoss Abarani and listens to the sneering Silas Generwine present the dilemma of the elves' requests and resulting conversations...
Pretentious Elven ***** said:
"What do you know? He decided to leave his friend, Kel, in the lurch. I suppose human friendship is a short-lived thing."
Emotions flare and can almost be seen burning in Silas' eyes. He jumps to his feet and has the words of a spell nearly spoken when he manages to reign in his anger. He points at the elf and his whole body trembles with restrained anger.
"You speak of maintaining relations while sneering and insulting our leaders. I swear by all the gods of Dorinth that if you speak one more ill word I'll call you out and burn you where you stand and none will mourn your passing." Wheeling, he storms from the council building. Outside, Silas paces and waits for the meeting to come to an end and for Barok and Caramip to exit...
Upon hearing the news of Dartis from Kyle Radnal, Silas races home to grab his pack (which, in his melancholy mood, he never bothered to unpack) and say his too-brief farewells. Returning to retrieve his mount he sees Danica. After receiving the gift of the gemstone from her he clasps her hands between his own.
"Danica, you have my thanks. I'm sure this will be a great help to me." He shakes her hand energetically then finishes strapping his pack to the saddle.
"Be well, my friend." Looking over to see if Caramip is ready, he rides off after Barok and Dartis.
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Leading his horse towards Dartis' fire, he pickets the beast near Swift then moves to join the others. He drops his saddle within the light of the fire and sits leaning against it. Like Barok, he seems to have little to say but he rummages around in his pack until he finds what he is looking for. Pulling out a flask, he uncorks it, takes a sip with obvious pleasure and passes it on to Dartis.