*Watching as the other heroes had began to trickle in, he shadowed one and followed to the meeting room.*<em>I wonder how the meeting will be going this time?</em>*After entering the room, he drifted towards the back of the room and melded into the shadow his eye flitting around the room and to the gathered faces.*<em>This isn't everyone... hopefully they'll be here soon. Waiting is such a bother.</em>*He sat on the floor and pulled his sleeve back. He began to carve a Balverine statuette out of some of Silverpines famous hardwood. The wood that gave his village it's name. Pine treated with a silver concoction to repel balverines. He waited silently as the king entered, but was absorbed in his carving. As the king spoke he listened only halfheartedly.*<em>Why do I even come to these?</em>