"Aye, I'd have wished for a more pleasant homecoming as well, but a home in danger is still a home." The drow's smile was a confident one. There had been worse situations, worse dangers, and deeper sorrows. The loss of Kalyssien weighed heavy, like a great millstone on Sil'in's heart, but there would be time to say proper goodbyes once the danger had been dealt with. Clapping a hand on Duncan's shoulder, the Drow crossed his arms once more, dark eye turning to gaze for half a moment at Llewellynn and L'jess. Llewell he knew to be a strong warrior, and an equal. He trusted her. L'jess he did not know, but the man had the look of kinght, and a strong warrior. It would be good to have men like that fighting for Camelot. Glancing back to Duncan, Sil'in spoke once more in his same quiet tone. "These new knights," He asked, with a half grin. "Are they worth a damn?" Duncan knew Sil'in well enough to understand the comment was not intended to disrespect any warrior who fought for Camelot, but to analyze the warriors themselves, and the strengths they possessed. As he spoke these words to Duncan, the Drow gazed intently at Uther. His good eye drank in the way the new king carried himself... His motion would tell Sil'in more than any words could, and motion did not exagerate, or lie. He did not comment to Duncan about Uther, or even speak his thoughts, but what Sil'in saw was a strong man who carried himself well. 'Perhaps all is not lost...' he thought silently to himself.