Silven's eyes widened with the sudden fear and anguish of the psychic scream.  His eyes lulled back for a moment as he fought internally to gain control as did his saberfang.  It continued to rush forward as they split moving away from them.  After a good twenty yard distance had been put between them, Silven's forsaken will power [Will of the Forsaken] over came the fear as his eyes turned back.  His mount was still running wild, when he turned his eyes back to Kynrind and Anoria.  The alchemist in him smiled as he pulled out a vial of poisonious gas and winked at both them.  It was plague gas, a fast acting agent that unless cured would quickly make them ill.<br/><br/>"Hmm...let see you two survive this."  Silven ran after them, holding the vial ready to launch it at them when the moment was right.