Silence was content to let Scarlet attend to the spiritual well-being on her massed congregation, while he turned himself to the more... material matters.  Forewarned, as they say, was forearmed, and the Deathknight walked alongside the procession with his eyes tuned to the realm of essence and spirits.  More than once he saw the visage of a Little God or an inhuman elemental locked in a rictus of fear as his gaze regarded them with lack of respect of their station and more,<em>are they willing material to be used, or no?</em><br/><br/>He held little fear of the knowledge of thier passing amounting to anything.  At one point, it might have, but the arrangement of Godly Courts was fractured, disorganized, squabbling and self-servicing.  Even if the knowledge was passed along, it would do no good.  Mortals may be nothing more than chaff before a God's sweeping daiklaive, but Abyssals were another matter entirely.  To stand against one of their number risked far more than even the blessing of oblivion.<br/><br/>Even as he was attentive of their surroundings, his mind was cast forward in eagerness to be at their destination, regardless of how far it would be.  The cloying sensation of Creation harrowing his skin with it's unnatural energies was not a pleasure, and he looked forward to engineering a more suitable environment for his number.