Noticing that his two 'companions' had mounted up Silven put his mount into full speed much faster than either of the two kodos could have ever hoped to keep up with.  He slowed at a pavailion and looked around pointing out Draeni down below him which were practicing for battle at a later time, the vindicators.  He pursed his lips and again pointed down toward them with a bit of loathing forming upon his masked face.  "There, this is the vindicator high ground or as we call my brothers call it; the pussies' training center.  The vindicators and their captain come out here every day to train and to learn about proper techniques, but they never enforce anything.  Rather they wait humbly behind A'dol's commands and smart over his words when they try to over step their boundries."  Almost on que the Captain rushed out of the middle chamber of Shattrath in a huff and began yelling.  The Captain was a large Dranei standing at six foot eight with a powerful body and glowing green eyes.  His skin appeared to be made of stone in places and his long black hair hung loose down against his neck.<br/><br/>"Form up you lot!"  He called loudly in a cry of rage and began thumping his heavy crystal mace against the ground casing cracks to form on the stone outcropping.  Rage was clear in the Captain's eyes and he turned his gaze up to Silven and his companions giving them a rather obscene gesture with his middle finger before turning back to his troops.  "Do to that<em>man</em>over there, every one of you lot has double training time this week.  Netherdrakes should not be flown into Shattrath without some sort of aerial guard escort.  Yet, he slipped in with barely a peep; before you start complaining the Aerial guard is on triple duty!"  The Captain shouted and his troops groaned with discontent and gave Silven an evil look.  Two forsaken were passing by just as the Captain spoke and some of the soldiers feeling rather spiteful charged them.  The Captain was a fair man by any means and would have loved to see his men tear apart Silven, but helpless Civilians was another matter.  His hammer smashed into the chests of two of the shoulders and a binding shield went up around the other in split second as Silven watched unflinching from his perch.<br/><br/>"Captain let me go!"  The captured Dranei screamed and was promptly released with a smash to his head as the shield was lowered.<br/><br/>"No body will be harming any civilians.  Triple duty for every one of you!"  Silven took that as his que to leave and turned his saberfang around heading in the opposite direction down to the opposite end of the city.  He waved his hands again and looked at his companions.  Two elevators were leading up to high rises and Silven looked up where the magical forests of each could be seen.<br/><br/>"These are the rises of both the Aldor and the Scryers.  These two have the same goals, but they constantly struggle with each other.  It's sad, but in essence they are the horde and Alliance of Shattrath."  Silven's eyes turned toward a group of Scryers and nodded to them waiting for his companions' responses.