Guenhwyvar licked Kyle's face before backing away.  The sword could have seriously dampened her mood if it had indeed been sharp, but a creature like herself couldn't be killed on this plane of existence.  Giselle nodded for the panther to let the man up, crouching beside the armored warrior a moment later.  "You alright?  Sorry bout that, but I thought it wise to not hold back at all, and one of my tactics is to summon my pet as you called her, though I would never seek ownership over Guen.  We have...an understanding I guess would be the best way to describe our relationship.  I'm able to communicate mind to mind at some level with most animals, and Guenhwyvar is no exception though to call her a simple animal would be an insult.  It's a trick I picked up from my father, and being rangers to Mielikki helps of course."  She held out her hand after putting her blades away, her face still softened by her smile as her brown eyes lost their hard edge up until then.  Whether he took it or not, Giselle walks back over to Guenhwyvar's side and scratches tenderly between her ears, earning a contented growl in response.  "You fought well Kyle.  It is little wonder to me now that those orcs never stood a chance.  Still, I beg you to consider my next words well.  I have had dealings with magical swords like the one you carry, and I ask you to promise me something.  If you feel anything out of the ordinary, or hear voices in your mind that are not your own, but seem to come from your sword or any magical item you might find, tell me or Tiagar or anyone that might listen.  Such items can be dangerous....I know from firsthand experience."  Her smile died slightly when memories of Khazid'hea came to mind, and even though it had been handed over to the light elves, it had found its way into evil hands later in her life.  She had gone after it, and barely survived the wielder and the sword's combined blood lust.  She didn't want to experience anything like that again and from a friend either if she could help it.<br/><br/>Turning to Kyle again, she lost the sad look that had crossed her face and smiled warmly again as Guenhwyvar followed her every move like the loyal companion that she was.  Stopping in front of Kyle, the half Drow/light elf wondered what he wished to do know.  She should probably go talk to the mayor, but a few things stopped her.  One, she didn't know where he was, and two she didn't know WHO he was or what he looked like.  Besides, she would probably need to collect Zelith first anyway....and having Kyle nearby would help most likely.  "Anyway, what do you think we should do now Kyle?  This is your home, and so I ask you and the friend you seem to know about what should be done.  I am still an outsider here, barely known by anyone, and the color of my skin as you saw earlier raises many eyebrows if not outright hostile intentions.  Still, I don't let that bother me much.  Anyway, lead the way if you wish."