Post looked a little empty, so I’ll join! [i]Today Sylver’s cloak bore a weathered ‘Journey’s End’ type look. It was faded, stretched and torn. In place of the blades he usually summoned, he had two narrow swords across his back. Casting away his emptied mug of hot chocolate, he drew the two blades. The silver, once gleaming and polished, was now chipped and dull. They would serve their purpose all the same.[/i]