Silven rose at first light or what light there could had in Darnassus aside from those that were unnatural.  He rose slowly and walked about still getting used to his night elf body.  He wanted to get the pair as far away from Darnassus as possible as soon as possible, but right now he couldn't rush things.  He just had to blend in and let everyone think he was one of them.  Sighing he stopped by a vendor and paid for a few fruits and a loaf of bread before sitting the shade of a tree and offering a bit of his bread to the Guardian he had accidently seated himself beneath.  Finding the Guardian rather pleasant, the two began a conversation which went something like this.<br/><br/>"So Guardian, just how long have you stood here?"<br/><br/>"Longer than I can remember young one.  Longer than I can remember.  I'm even relatively young compared to most of the guardians, but still I can not recall."<br/><br/>"That must be tiresome, to be unable to recall how long you have been at work amongst us."<br/><br/>"It is, but you all are so kind to the forest that we are happy to do so."<br/><br/>Silven nodded at that and grew silent before finishing the rest of his meal and moving through the city.  He wandered at first, but eventually caught sight of the huntress walking through the streets and eyed her from a distance watching her fight with her polearm.  She was amazing to watch and Silven couldn't take his eyes away as he sat on a bench and just gazed on her form.  "I must have her..."  He muttered to himself when someone sitting next to him turned to him.<br/><br/>"What did you say?"<br/><br/>"I said I must have hurt my foot."  Silven responded calmly as he rubbed the bottom looked down at his feet.