Silas maintained the silence for a long while before he suddenly broke it. His method of choice was a sweet-sounding tune that seemed to mimic the gentle sway of tall grass on the wind as he whistled it. He was clearly an easy-going man, taking the opportunity to enjoy the world around him.<br/><br/>And just as abruptly as he'd interrupted the silence, he interrupted his own song. "Say, where do you think you'll go from here? When I'm done doing what I'm doing, I'm thinkin about settling up north. I always kinda liked the snow but never got to see much of it." His eyes had drifted to the mountain from which the steam came.