Antinonco trailed behind Silven and Otao in silence. The Forsaken priest explaining things well enough. A commotion in the Lower City, drew Anti's attention and he leaned carefully over the wall to see what was going on. He glanced at Silven as he excused himself from their company and wondered what had drawn the man's attention away. His attention turned to the night elves below as the mob of hungry refugees retreated and Anti hoped Silven wasn't going to do something to hurt them. Anti had no real quarrel with the night elves, even if they were members of the Alliance, because they respected nature much as his own people did, so he rarely went out of his way to harm any that hadn't hurt him first. When push came to shove, Antinonco would defend himself from any attack but humans were the only race he'd attack without much provocation, and only when not within bounds of a neutral city, such as Shattrath.<br/><br/>"Shall we continue on, Otao?" he asked as he turned his attention to his sister. "Or would you care to meet the residence of the Aldor Rise? The Scryers don't care for me because I help the Aldor out when I can."