"Thank you for the directions, mortal," the lillend replies. The hound shakes her head, and scoops a rusted sword off the ground. She frowns at it, but gives it a few test swings. "Serviceable, might last a battle or two. I'll need a replacement, soon." "No, we're not planning to kill her," the angel says, rather sharply. "If nothing else, she deserves better than that, after being trapped for so long. No, we'll keep her with us, and work to bring her back to the light. And you don't need to worry about her betraying us; with this stone, we can control her. As abhorrent as it may be, we'll only use it to keep her from harming us, not to force her to behave as we want."<br/><br/>"Are you certain you wish no reward, mortal?" the lillend asks, once Nameless states his intention. "We may not have much, but we can certainly offer you assistance, if you need it."