Silluin shifted slightly... icebreakers she thought to herself.. "I am Silluin. I am half hobbit, half elf. I possess a magic that no other creature, full or half breed, save for other hobbit elves, possesses. I'll not go into detail, and I hope to not have to use any of that magic, but I am sure that I will have to." Art stared at her, and she knew that from the moment he laid eyes on her, he must have detected the magic. She was good at cloaking it, but that too used magic. She shrugged it off. "Like Bemon, and Art.. I have known loss all of my life. My mother was raped and killed, and my father was beheaded by a company of Uruk-Hai, right in front me, while I was tied to a tree. My best and only friend for most of my life was an orc out of that company... one that stood to the side and watched it happen. He was killed right in front of me too, years later... by a Grinner... a creature I am sure you will meet in our travels. Vaden, Dack's brother, my one and only love, died in my arms... so yeah, I know a bit about suffering. Vengeance is something I seek to complete, and I will not rest until I have completed it. I speak a few different languages, some better than others." she looked around at everyone... "I've never traveled with a group this large, but I look forward to it... and I can tell already that you all have your own reasons for being here... well, whatever they are... we're a group now, and we help each other. That's one thing I definitely learned from Vaden." She nodded. Dack was the only living family left of Vaden... and now she and Dack were brother and sister... She had a sense of importance once more. Even though she was sure that Dack felt a need to protect her, she had an overwhelming urge to keep an eye on him at all times. She was not about to let him die the way that Vaden had died... If anything, maybe the end of this quest would finally bring her to the rest she had been seeking for so many ages.