[center][b]Selk Sarvog and Sylla; The Ragged Brotherhood[/b][/center]

Quiet. It was always quiet. That's what Selk liked about this place. Sylla sat next to him, sleeping. The sounds of the grove were there, like always, but Selk noticed small insignificant changes every day. A new animal moved in a few weeks ago, and it had been forced out today. Nature was cruel, relentless, but it was important. That was what Selk had believed, anyways. He also believed that it was in danger, though this was not necessarily the case. But Selk believed it whole-heartily. As he sat in the quiet, he put his head against Sylla's hide. She didn't stir from her slumber, but she seemed to move comfortably. Selk sat, listening to her breath. It was heavy, and one could easily tell she was aging. But Selk knew she had a few years left in 'er. He kept his head there for a time, not bothering to look about. The Ragged Brotherhood was doing better than he had once imagined it would. He was second in command, taking orders from The First and only The First. The two had known each other for quite some time, though they could not really call one another friends. They were brothers-in-arms, and no more. Selk felt himself drift off into a slumber, surely if someone needed him they would wake him. Sylla and Selk both snored heavily, and if anyone passed by, their ears would surely alert them of this.