Silven's eyes turned to the sudden commotion of the lower city and his eyes cut into slits as he watched the two female night elves ride into the city.  Licking his lips, he followed their path and turned to his two Tauren companions and gave a grim smile from behind his mask.  "You'll have to excuse, some other business has called my attention."  The Shadow priest jumped and cast levitate on himself and his stead and the pair drifted lazily down to the lower city where they were beset once more by beggars.  One remembered him however and fled away and others did so as well.<em>Smart little rodents you are.</em><br/><br/>Silven lumbered forward through the crowd as his eyes crawled over the Night Elves luxurious skin.  How soft it must be he thought to himself as he licked his lips ago.  It had been what?  A year since the last time he had let himself drown in the pleasure of a Night elf?  Now there were two here before him, probably sisters or close companions and he wasn't about to let the pair get away from him by any means.  Approached the huntress who waited outside of the hospice and greeted her.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Shattrath."   The undead spoke in the night elfs native language.  A trick he had picked up after enslaving one many moons ago. He was however new to being undead and hadn't thought about feeding his new found slave.  She starved to death locked away in a cold dungeon; after that he proved much kinder to his slaves.  Providing them with just enough food to keep their bodies how he liked them.  He eyed the woman from behind his mask and bowed humbly toward her.<br/><br/>"I couldn't help but notice your lodging in the lower city, might I ask why?"  The undead was certainly curious about that.  Night elves were usually treated like royality around here, especially a priestess.  So why would they take the time to wait it out amoungst the lower class.  He held his tongue as he awaited an answer.