Silas couldn’t piece together what was going on. In one moment, he had gone from having a very good audience room to what sounded like the greatest softcore porn ever, to the noise of—Wait, fighting? Maybe a brawl started in the lobby. Or a fire?
Frustrated with himself, Silas conked himself on the forehead with his hand. Of course it wasn’t a fire, it sounded like battle. The clanking of iron, the sound of hissing wind and screeching beasts…

Silas stood up and cast away his peasant clothes, his armor being underneath it the whole time. He’d tucked the raggedy beige tunic under his scarf and couldn’t remove it, and with a frustrated swipe, he decided to let it stay there. What’s the worst a cape could do to him besides make him look cool, right? Grabbing his bow from his back, he took another quick look around the room, to see a bucket full of water. His eyes shifted back and forth, as though someone were watching, and quickly snatched it before leaving and shutting the door behind him. Maybe it was a really [i]really[/i] weird fire.

“Ah crud, this isn’t a fire..” Silas lamented, his eyes right with fear. He looked on at the scene, as it looked as though he’d missed an entire army’s worth of corpses in this fight. Desperately, he looked around, looking for a familiar face. He couldn’t fight, not alone. He need someone—someone he knew was friendly. Even as he held his bow in his hand, his arm quivered. He had no experience with battles, and now he’s in this mosh pit of morbid violence and death. Silas ran outside, the bucket of water he was holding spilling slightly. He’d stumbled next to Talbot, although his focus was all spent on trying to fathom the chaos of this scene. “I don’t… I don’t know what to…” He whimpered, taking another look around. He didn’t end up looking Talbot’s way, however, as he caught sight of Ambra, not far off. His eyes went flush with concern and fear, seeing her head bludgeoned and bleeding. He’d seen someone come behind where she had been laying, and instinct kicked in. He dropped the bucket of water onto the ground, and dashed madly in Ambra’s direction. He didn’t know where to begin with the fight, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t try to save a friend.

Soon enough, Silas had reached the scene. His mind flashed to before, when Ambra had been sprawled on the ground, threatened by Zaino. This time, he would be quicker to the draw. Bow and arrow primed, he stared down at who he had assumed was assaulting her. Only a few moments after he’d arrived, though, his intense gaze softened, and he lowered his bow. 

[i]’ Are you hurt? If you need assistance, let me know. I can bring you indoors and bandage that wound for you.’[/i]

Shaken, he returned his arrow to its quiver, dropping his bow and kneeling down. Abandoning all of his aggression, he looked to the man, and then to Ambra. “I’m sorry, I… I thought you were going to…” Casting his gaze sideways, Armin slowly collected himself again. “Please don’t hold that moment there against me, I thought you had different intents for her..”
His composure regained, Silas sighed. He hadn’t the courage to pick a fight in the front, quite yet, so the least he could do was help his friend like he meant to. He knelt down in front of Ambra, trying to make sure she wouldn’t strain herself to look to him. “Stay still, okay, Ambra?” He spoke softly, taking a quick, wary glance to the other man before looking back to his friend. “It’s going to be alright, we’re going to help you.”