â€œMy Brother, please, if it would help in any way, do, climb into my back. Allow me to helpâ€¦â€<br/><br/>Despite the bloodloss and the pain, Nathan never lost his grim sense of humor. "Slept all night and now you want to help do you?" he chuckled and shook his head, "I am feeling much better already," he announced, Nathan of course didn't look it at all. The tall drifter smirked when Borial tried to tempt him into riding on his back. "Don't worry, I fine!" he insisted. "I have had worse anyway," he grunted, and then glanced over at Borial's loose and faded scales curiously and gently pealed one of them off. "Would it be weird if I used these?" he asked. "It might serve to be fairly descent armor," he explained, as they crested the top of the rolling hill, that over looked Vinna's castle off in the far distance.<br/><br/>"That reminds me," he announced, "I found this off a dead soldier," he declared holding a heavy leather pouch, "Silver dust," he grinned as he rubbed the sparkling dust into his hair and around his neck. "Vamps don't like silver," he explained, and then pointed to the plumes of smoke and dust off in the distance. "Looks like there was a battle a few days ago... might prove to be beneficial for us," he commented and then grinned as tossed a cloud of silver dust onto Borial long sleek neck.  "Just in case," he said and glanced up the sun grimacing, "Hell, we got a late start," he mused out loud. "Shouldn't be a problem, lets just stay clear of their main hunting grounds," he announced. Nathan grimaced as he stooped down picking up a long dried out stick and used it as a walking staff. "Do you like Riddles Dragon?" he asked curiously.