You aren't that much older than me, sir. [a halfhearted reply, Silas blinking as his drink was refilled along with Oscars, despite him not asking. It's fine, he'll nod in thanks to the bartender. Silas was constantly judged for his appearance and age was apart of that. It was assumed he couldn't possibly last in the Order, having started so young. Even though he'd endured the training and then so many years of being a Druid so far, it still hung over his head like an axe waiting to fall.

Only a matter of time. Silas will take another swig]

I'm contented as I am, no need for trouble.