"I tend to follow the golden rule deary.  I treat people the way they treat me and your sister treated me like a right piece of shit.  You, your fine, but your related to her and it tends make the suffering of those who are ill to others so much great, when you can strike what they care about."  Silven's side was pierced by the black arrow, but had been stepping ahead and was only scraped by the serpent sting.  The poison stung for a moment as did the pain in his side, but a quick renew and cure disease rid himself of the afflections, he had the upperhand from the start and hadn't sustained much damage though he sure as hell was cautious about it.  His bones were brittle enough and what little was left of his body didn't work the way it used to, though he got around with it.<br/><br/>His eyes turned back to her again and he stretched out his hand.  "You come with me and I'll stop all of this right now or you can choose to resist and things will turn poorly for everyone here." He said moving his head over to her sister being run off by her nightsaber and Grond following behind.  His eyes slit to her for a moment as he cast mind flay upon her sister, sending the blue beam of magic hurtling right towards her.  "What is your answer?"