(I thought it was me, you're not alone. Really weird.)
Silv's painted grin gave him a slightly deranged expression as he formed a half smile and replied, "Of course not. All these miles to prove a story," he snorted, eyes gleaming, "I came to enlist, or which ever term you prefer. You, or more Sila's, have earned our respect for centuries, and the guides told me it was time."
(BYC has been goofing up in a lot of ways lately...)
Tenebrae nodded. "Of course you may," he began, "But first, I'd like to know a little about you. I care about who I place in my militia. For starters, where are you from?"