"The point isn't about the sacrifice...THE POINT is the fact that the machine was about to function already.  If it had been the Horde that it happened to.  We wouldn't have sat around with our fingers up our asses and waited."    Silven retorted sharply as her sister exited the hospice.  He bowed to the fellow priest and nodded lightly.  "Good Evening Sister of Elune.  Despite the differences in our ways, It's always good to see another of the cloth."  The Forsaken eyed her for a moment looking bored, but he bit down on his finger and ignored the thoughts and the urge to oogle the Night Elfs breasts.  Instead, he summoned his own Undead Saberfang and moved back up to the upper levels of the city and kept his eyes on the elves via clarivoence when he could.<br/><br/><em>Arrogant bitch....Well I'll show her later, she doesn't have to worry about that.  I'll make sure she begs forgiveness for what she said against the Forsaken and my wonderful machine.</em>Silven followed them, going wherever they went, but was wise enough to stay far enough away from them and eventually headed up to the Scryer's high rise and watched from a set in the shade of one of their orchrids.  He knew he'd just have to wait for now, it wouldn't be long.  He kept telling himself. It wouldn't be long.