Steven’s gesture was acknowledged with an almost unperceivable nod. He did not relax, but he trusted the Archmage’s judgment. He’d stand down… for now.<br/><br/>Finally deciding to move, Silva stepped casually to the side of the alley and leaned his back against the brick wall. Now Steven and this Cluracan person had a direct line of sight to each other, with him in between the two.<br/><br/>From under his hood, he studied the newcomer. The woman seamed almost like a girl wearing such overlarge clothes it would be comical under any other circumstance, yet he was able to glimpse a hint of a pretty face in the shadows beneath that wide-brimmed hat. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was she wanted.<br/><br/>“Uh huh…” Silva remarked dryly at her comment. “And what is it you do intend?”<br/><br/>As he spoke, his left hand remained in his pocket. But with his right hand, he stroked the air in front of him, each pass of his finger drawing out a line of softly glowing colors until a magnificent red rose had formed. When he seized the stem, it appeared that he was holding a completely real rose. He twirled the flower between his fingers to demonstrate that it had real mass, and made real sounds as it passed between his fingers.<br/><br/>“You must have a reason for approaching us… Madame.”<br/><br/>He held the rose out to her, let her see it, then lightly tossed it to her.<br/><br/><em>Alright… Let’s see what you do…</em>Silva thought, eyes narrowing as he watched the flower arc through the air. Those massive spider legs had been withdrawn into her coat - that must have had something to do with her powers. He was curious to see how she would react because it might yield another clue about what she was capable of. He developed a motto in his travels:  everyone is an enemy until proven to be a friend. He believed he could trust Steven, but he was still suspicious of this woman and her death-manipulation abilities.