Silven looked at her quizzically for a moment as if she had thought for a moment, he had not forseen all of this happening.  "Here, take this babble, when your quest is complete return to Shattarath and show it to a innkeeper.  He or she will give you directions to my location."  He said simply reaching into his robe and pulling out a glass ball of unusual make and design and was radiating pure light dimly about it and seemed to possess some sort of healing properties.  Turning his head back to Anoria he snickered slight and gave her a wink.<br/><br/>"You won't be going back to Shattarath, not yet at least...though I will get you clothed despite how much I enjoy seeing your flesh revealed to me."  He said simply enough being brutally honest about the situation and looking back to the huntress once more.  "Again as promised I will do nothing to your sister which she does not request or wish of me to do.  I will see to it that all of her needs are met to and if you need further instruction on your quest; simply call out to me through the babble and I will respond."<br/><br/>At that point his undead mount was becoming antzy wanting to move and run quickly for to feed itself one or the other.  A slight prance in it's step, it looked back toward Kynrind, it's undead eyes looking through her before staring out ahead once more.  "Easy...easy Damien."  Silven whispered to it before turning his head back to Kynrind and seeing her armor damaged so, a small smile crossed his lips as he reached down into his gold pouch and pulled out a hand full of coins.<br/><br/>"Here...for your troubles and the damages I've caused."