Kynrind, seeing the forsakan step out, snapshot at him. She wasn't stupid and knew what a priest's shadowfiend was. Her sister used one occasionally. Grond snarled and rushed at Silven, jaws slavering for the taste of forsaken. Kynrind shot a black arrow and a serpent sting at him before the sheer hated and fear of the scream sent her nightsaber racing off in terror, Grond not far behind. All she could do was hold on to keep from being thrown from the saddle.<br/><br/>Anoria looked at Silven with huge eyes, but she kept drinking. As he walked closer, she lowered the waterskin, wiping her mouth. "What is your business with us forsaken?" She asked, taking the reins on hand and moving away slowly. "You're not actng like the suave priest my sister was arguing with  yesterday."