Silven walked along in the forests surrounding the Night Elf captial then hearthstoned back to the Undercity and drank the antidote before he was attacked.  Moving slowly through the town, he came to the portal to Shattrath and mounted his undead saberfang, he rode swiftly out of Shattrath and into the forests of Terokkar for some alliance hunting to settle his nerves.  He always had that habit whenever things weren't going his way, head into Terrokkar kill or rape or whatever in the place and then go back to Shattrath for a nice cold ale.  The thought of the frothy beverage put a smile on the undeads masked face as he moved carefully through trees and then sighted them.<br/><br/><em>What...perfect...luck.</em>The forsaken thought in complete disbelief as he stared at the two women and thought how best to go about this.  A psychic scream might be good if he could get both them in his radius, but first things first.  He needed to incapicate the priest, then go after the hunter.