Silven moved slowly across the courtyard and found his way to the training grounds, he found everything to be just like the training grounds back at home and it made him feel nostalgic.  He smiled a little when a group of warriors began to crowd him chuckling.  They were insight of the priestess and her huntress sister and obviously were seeking to impress the pair.  "Hey, Priest we were just about to have a tournament to see who was the best fight amongst us.  We need the courts unless you want to join."  A laugh rose up through the warriors, but Silven was already dis robing and stood only in a pair of black cloth pants which contrasted with his blue toned body in his night elf form.  The potion was working wonders and he was glad that the effect lasted so long.  He was sure he'd have to replinish it by tomorrow, but he had numerous vials prepared for that.<br/><br/>Removing his mask and hood, the forsaken posing as a night elf stood there his green hair flowing from his head down the back of his neck and white eyes shone from their sockets.  "Alright, I'll fight with you."  Silven responded and took a normal staff from one of the racks nearby and stepped into the ring.  "Who will be my first victim."  The warriors laughed heartily not thinking they could be bested in physical combat and the youngest of them came forward wielding a broadsword.  The youth charged thinking the priest easy prey but was met with a furious assult of blows to his head and neck which soon sealed of the air ways.  Silven playing the part of the priest well cast renew on the young man and wanted him snap back to reality.<br/>"Keep your guard up."<br/><br/>Silven took in a deep breath and waited for his next challenger.