"Mm, I don't disagree," he said, and slipped a book back, before he pulled the next from his small stack, rest on a small table next to him. Silco was no true, learned scholar. He was no scientist, but he was smart, and crafty. He could read -- which in Zaun was actually an achievement -- and he could understand the...basics of what Singed had explained.

No savant, but not exactly lacking in his use. Silco fashioned himself a man of words more than a man of knives these days, and he waved his own book, something about Venera's city history. He'd grabbed a few of those. "Besides, if we all rushed in head-first, then we'd all be going in blind. We know very little at this stage, it didn't seem prudent."