"My path has been solely on one of revenge.  The alliance took many years of research and work away from me when they obliterated the Influx Dimensional Repair system.  Now I will see to it that they feel the pain that has been held in my chest and kept me from the completion of my dream."  Demon Paramour, Silven's staff flashed bloody red at his current mood and he hissed at the pick pocket who was reaching into his pouch for some bread and sent a fist into the poor man's face causing decay to spread along his right eye.  "Never steal from a forsaken."  He said quietly before turning back to Otoahhastis.<br/><br/>"I did make a brief trip to Silvermoon and confided into some of the people there.  Mainly the slave traders who are beginning to make rounds through the horde cities now.  There was a particularly beautiful night elf amongst them which the merchant wouldn't let me touch.  Said he was saving it for Thrall.  The damn brown noser."  Silven said then apologized realizing he was speaking to a female.