"Please, Silas is preferred." He replied, before he gave a small sigh. He wasn't sure if he would be able to call her Tamora, it seemed so informal, but she was going to insist, he was sure. So he was just going ot have to bite the sword and accept it. "I think, Tamora, you and I both know that when you serve a nation such as them, they'd take you past death if they could." He hummed softly before he finished off the last of the food. His blue eyes met hers, before he shifted how he was sitting a little bit.
"Swear my sword to a high power?" He asked, sipping from the water that had been brought for him. "Are you suggesting I swear my sword to you instead of the Cairhein empire?" He shifted back to lean back against the headboard of the bed. "Because I could be so inclinded... Since as far as they know, I'm no longer numbered amongst the living." He let his eyes drift closed, before he sighed softly. "Despite having eaten... I am still so tired. You mentioned that was part of the Healing you did right?" Silas asked as he cracked open his eyes. "And what would swearing myself to the Tower entail?" He wanted to getup and move, but knew that it was just not in the cards for him right now. He wanted to check on his things, the sword and shield resting against the wall near the door. He was going to need a great many things if he were to join The Tower, though he was sure they would be able to help him in that regard.
But he would be starting over from scratch. He just didn't want to be thrown into the being the absolute bottom of the totem pole after he spent years cultivating his skills.
"Swear my sword to a high power?" He asked, sipping from the water that had been brought for him. "Are you suggesting I swear my sword to you instead of the Cairhein empire?" He shifted back to lean back against the headboard of the bed. "Because I could be so inclinded... Since as far as they know, I'm no longer numbered amongst the living." He let his eyes drift closed, before he sighed softly. "Despite having eaten... I am still so tired. You mentioned that was part of the Healing you did right?" Silas asked as he cracked open his eyes. "And what would swearing myself to the Tower entail?" He wanted to getup and move, but knew that it was just not in the cards for him right now. He wanted to check on his things, the sword and shield resting against the wall near the door. He was going to need a great many things if he were to join The Tower, though he was sure they would be able to help him in that regard.
But he would be starting over from scratch. He just didn't want to be thrown into the being the absolute bottom of the totem pole after he spent years cultivating his skills.