Silence followed her willingly, though he was hardly submissive as he watched this winsome and fey creature dance upon her path.  He could sense, vaguely, the orchestra of carnage she had wrought in the town below and dimly wondered if her efforts would bear fruit in a Shadowland.  The thought was appealing.  He could enjoy Creation, yes, with it's warm life that he supped and fed upon, but the chill embrace of the true Underworld and not this shining facsimile would be a comfort after so long.<br/><br/><em>You enjoy it, too,</em>Silence thought of his companion.<em>Albeit, in your own manner.</em><br/><br/>There was madness, there, in Scarlet, and shining delight.  He could hardly fault her enthusiasm.  Absently, the many uses of the chains and blades she garbed herself in danced in his mind.  He wondered if that was the point.<br/><br/>"Construction, so I am led to believe," Silence replied in an easy manner.  "And research.  The geomantic potential of the Scavenger Land's various sources of power are not something to be ignored."  His eyes lingered on the trail of blood down one soulsteel link down Scarlet's garb, and he wondered how it would taste.  "A formidable compliment to your capabilities, don't you think?"<br/>