Silven watched which portal they went through and bit his thumb slightly at the turn of events.  He tore of a bit of flesh and restored it as he looked at the portal and debated.  He could enter the portal, but he would be dead before he got two steps into the area.  A grim family carressed his lips however as he walked back out of the room and began mixing a potion slowly.  Finally it was done after adding in a few specks of netherdust.  He drank the potion and found himself in the guise of a night elf.  He removed the mask and hood and strapped them to his belt before entering Darnassus and moving about the streets staring around in slight wonder of the society.  He kept it only to his eyes and not his head or mouth however not wanting to seem out of place.<br/><br/>He spoke carefully to other Night elves that passed him and finally took a seat on a bench and clutched his hearthstone.  He looked toward the temple of Elune and thought little about it before pocketing the hearthstone again and making sure it was ready to immediately port him away.  He closed his eyes then, under the shade of a tree.