Silven was looking remarkably better by the time she came back downstairs due to a magic rune he was sitting crossed inside.  His eyes were closed and his death mask was covering his face once more, but thick black hair was spilling out behind it and his flesh had regained some semblance of the flesh of a noraml human though now it was pale.  There was no longer any portains of bone sticking out from anywhere and at the sudden noise he stopped and stood up slowly.<br/><br/>"I take it you had a good bath?"  He said quickly to her, his voice sounding much more human as he looked over his spell book for a moment and sighed as he moved past Anoria looked out the window with his arms crossed and posed a question to her.<br/><br/>"What do you think the goal of every forsaken is?"