"Good intentions or not, their methods did not justify the means. There's no such thing as a good forsaken. They're just as bad as the Scourge," laughing harshly, she nocked an arrow and drew it back, tracking a seagull. "I should have told that to that rotting piece yesterday. It was so mad I expected it's tongue to fall out."<br/><br/>Kynrind let the bow relax, then turned to face him. "<em>Why</em>are you talking to me?  Go away." Sliding the arrow back in the quiver and slinging the bow over a shoulder, she strode past him. Intent on heading to the building her sister was in, moving with the same uncinscious grace as before.<br/><br/>Inside, Anoria knelt by a bed, resting her hands on a child as she healed the young boy