Silven looked at the rifle and rose an eyebrow slowly as he cast a shield around himself, then looked at her again.  "You would really shoot a member of the cloth?"  The shadow priest asked honeying his words as he peered at the huntress.  He did not know her past, but he could tell by the look in her eyes, he wouldn't be well received.  Not like that mattered to him much, his eyes leveled to hers, glowing yellow meeting the glowing blue.  "I see I am not well received and that matters little to me.  I was seeking to make small talk with someone else in the town.  If you wish to see me as a threat so be it.  It is only natural with our races at war."<br/><br/>The Forsaken stood his ground however and stood up taller than he had before matching the cruel gaze of her rifle.  "So be that, but it is unwise to point a weapon at me within these walls.  Just as a fair warning, the vindicators may be worthless rabble, but they are still the guardians of this city.  Our combined trespasses against the lower city has most likely drawn their attention and us fighting would only ensure they would descend upon us like flies."  Silven pointed up to where the Captain was watching them with his arms crossed and Silven couldn't help but chuckle.<br/><br/>"If ye' be so eager for a scrap missy, than I be more than happy to take you on outside these walls where the vindicators have no say in matters."  Silven's foot ground into the rough stone as he glared at her.  "Or we could start over and try this in a civilized manner."