Sounds interesting. I might be interested in getting Fowai involved. What part he'd play in the plot is entirely up to him...and you, the creator of said plot.
Fowai: I don't want to run around with any one called the Silent Wing. Especially if they're running around in brown and silver. Ugh.
Fowai's Player: You don't have to run around with them. You could simply oppose them.
Fowai: But that would mean I'd have to fight. Fighting is so overrated. I'd much rather simply look on from the sidelines, drinking a glass of wine, and toss out insults about the Silent Wing's taste in uniforms. I mean, brown and silver? Really? Black and silver, I'd have no problem...but brown and silver? Come on.
Fowai's Player: Ok, ok, they obviously have no fashion sense. Now that we have that established, do you want to play some part in this plot or not?
Fowai: I might as well, seeing as how you haven't been able to come up with anything for me to do other than meander around, weirding out various patrons.
Fowai's Player: I'd watch it if I were you. Remember, I brought you into this world, I can take you out.
Fowai: Blah, blah, blah; you sound like your mother.
Fowai's Player: That's it!
Fowai ceases to exist.
Fowai's Player: What have I done...
Fowai exists once again.
Fowai: Don't EVER do that again! The inside of your head is scary...
Fowai's player: Agreed. Welcome back, friend.
Fowai: Yeah, yeah. Now that I'm back, I think I will participate in this plot-thing. If involving myself with a bunch of bird-brained religious zealots with no fashion sense is what it takes to stay out of the storage bin in your head, then so be it...brown and silver...ugh...