"I'm Silven Ashenmore, Antinonco.  We met long ago, but you were just then becoming a fledgling druid and following Hammuel's path.  It has been a long time so I do not begrudge you for forgetting me." Silven turned his eyes up for a moment and then back to Antinonco as he finished his apple and tossed it into the lava pits surrounding the blacksmiths forge.  Apple trees would not grow in the outlands and only existed do to the magical soil located in the Scyrer's and Aldor's Terrance.  Silven himself enjoyed fresh produce but the thought of a good meaty meal was beginning to make him salivate...or would if he had saliva glands.<br/><br/>"I shall wait my turn as I have spoken out of it.  I will let this family reunion come to a close before speaking again."  Silven often forgot his manners in large groups of people and shrugged at the pair as he began to play with a gold coin in his fingers and watched as beggars stared at it as if it were life blood.  A small child walked up to the shadow priest, a small human child and the disgust in his eyes was apprent.  The child asked if he could have the coin for some food for his family.  Silven gave a slow grin behind his mask and handed the boy the coin after muttering a few words and watched the lad run off to his family.  Silven had actually cursed the coin with the devouring plague and the boy would soon spread it to his family.  They had little less than the day to live.