"I am sorry to hear that, more because I feel that life is too short to spend seeking revenge. But I also know that much time was put into the project and it is a shame that a better power source could not be discovered." She paused at Silven's rather abrupt and (to her) and violent response to the pick pocket. "There is no need to be that cruel to one who is less fortunate than yourself, Silven."<br/><br/>She squatted down to look at the would be thief and brought up a hand glowing with healing energy. "It would be wise to choose a different target next time, my friend, or ask." She said to the thief. "Forsaken, especially, are bad to pick pocket. Here are a few coins, go by some food if you're hungry." She patted the thief's head and stood up again. "It is a shame that you could not buy the elf. If you don't mind my asking, what purpose did you have in mind for her? And don't feel you have to censure your language, simply because I happen to be female. I won't burst into flame, because you cuss in my hearing range."