"That, I assure you, will not be a problem."  Silence spoke aloud as he concluded the discussion finished.  "Enjoy yourself."  He took his leave of Scarlet, already formulating the likely plan that he would utilize approach these unknown Solars.  The variables were the challenge, as the children of the Sun were fractured and disorganized by their very nature, hardly capable of the unity of purpose that even the more rebellious of Deathknights possessed.  What would he find, whenever he encountered them?  Nascent Warlord-kings obese with power, or drunk children thinking their meager, above-par skills already surpassed that of the gods themselves?<br/><br/>It wouldn't matter.  Let Scarlet indulge in her pleasures.  He would be the silver-tongued viper in their midst, and turn their love to hatred with but a well-timed whisper.<br/><br/>Shadow-fueled essence enveloped his armor and daikalive, leaving him shorn of his artifacts that would mark him as an Abyssal.  Recovering his meager travel items, he would be no more remarkable than any other wandering Scavenger Lord.  The title was thrown about easy enough in the taverns of Creation.  His knowledge would set him above that rabble, and if they sought the same place of power, then they would eagerly welcome a savant of forgotten lore.  He had no qualms against playing the gregarious, humble figure;  His charismatic babbling would hold a silence all of it's own.<br/><br/>So armed, Silence set out to find his newly chosen prey.