<br/>"I didn't expect you to, I just doubted you wanted to here my thoughts about making an elf my sex slave.  It's probably all you can do to keep from becoming sick in my presence.  Do you really want to imagine me naked?"   The forsaken said with a chuckle as he moved toward one of the vendors and bought an apple and slid his mask up revealing rotten flesh beneath it, but his teeth still strong and white.  Crunching down into the fruit, he turned back to her as he continued to eat.  Once his mouth was empty he spoke once more, now with the scent of pulp and skin coming from his throat.  "I'm not exactly sure what to do at the moment and I would hardly call myself fortunate.  If you think about it, I'm a walking bag of bones thread together only by my infinite call for revenge against the humans.  I don't expect you to understand me nor do I want your pity.  I am just saying it is hard to be undead and not cling to life without some sort of hatred in your chest."<br/><br/>Silven's eyes roamed back across the city and noted a human mage walking about the people of the lower city and grinned evilly.  "I believe I may have just found a mark Otoa."  Silven said pointing to her while moving his mask down over his face once more.  The bits of rotten flesh hidden, his eyes flashed with a brief red light before returning to their usual yellow; he sized up his hit and wondered what specialization the young girl was.  Arcane, Frost or Fire, either way she would fall before his own might.  He made a mental note of her location and cast a clarievonence spell upon the vendor in front of her so he could keep an eye on the girl while he made his rounds with Otoa.