"Hmmm..." Silas thought back to his childhood, which was better than most. He was born into a wealthy family, high up in the hierarchy of the village they lived in. Despite the wealth, he was trained hard by his father to become a warrior. "That is a very sad story... but you're right. Let's go."
"As I said before, North, to the mountains. Might have to go through the moores first..." He then heads north, shrugging his backpack to fit more comfortably upon his shoulders. It would be a long walk from the south, but Silas knew that finding the Island would be worth it.