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