Silence

He watches the man leave and then walks along with his group. Using his peripheral vision to make sure no one is paying them any attention. The man known as Silence grabs his own throat, and leans over to his allies. Clearing his throat quietly, he attempts to speak. The sound is a little more than gravel rocks falling down a slate roof.

" Four Thousand gold for visiting a church and sniffing around? Something is amiss." He looks to them, allowing them to finish his thoughts without speaking much more.

Silence's hand slides down to his belt, as it always did when he was nervous and he relaxed, feeling the hilts of his short sword and dagger.