Silver is a giant of a man, with craggy brown skin topped by a splash of messy silver hair. He has a flat, stoic demeanor, and a voice that booms loudly enough to startle people a block away. In addition to being able to harden his skin, he also wears a massive custom-made suit of armor when he knows he'll be fighting. Coupled with his size, this makes him practically a mobile fortress. More often than not, he can be found standing near the stage trod, intently watching it with no attempt at disguising himself. Most mortals simply believe he's a crazy homeless man. Half of the town's changelings would agree with them on the crazy part--Silver seems a bit too concerned with guarding the trod for his own good. Still, those who've seen him in combat say that it's something to be feared, and
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| - Silver is a giant of a man, with craggy brown skin topped by a splash of messy silver hair. He has a flat, stoic demeanor, and a voice that booms loudly enough to startle people a block away. In addition to being able to harden his skin, he also wears a massive custom-made suit of armor when he knows he'll be fighting. Coupled with his size, this makes him practically a mobile fortress. More often than not, he can be found standing near the stage trod, intently watching it with no attempt at disguising himself. Most mortals simply believe he's a crazy homeless man. Half of the town's changelings would agree with them on the crazy part--Silver seems a bit too concerned with guarding the trod for his own good. Still, those who've seen him in combat say that it's something to be feared, and
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| - Silver is a giant of a man, with craggy brown skin topped by a splash of messy silver hair. He has a flat, stoic demeanor, and a voice that booms loudly enough to startle people a block away. In addition to being able to harden his skin, he also wears a massive custom-made suit of armor when he knows he'll be fighting. Coupled with his size, this makes him practically a mobile fortress. More often than not, he can be found standing near the stage trod, intently watching it with no attempt at disguising himself. Most mortals simply believe he's a crazy homeless man. Half of the town's changelings would agree with them on the crazy part--Silver seems a bit too concerned with guarding the trod for his own good. Still, those who've seen him in combat say that it's something to be feared, and the man's massive strength and dedication to guarding the freehold mean that any who whisper behind his back do it very quietly.
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