"Antinonco?  Oh yes, the other druid.  I believe he is in the Aldor section, I saw his mug when I was flying over.  Aside from that Otoahhastis I heard about what happened with the Grimtotems in your clan.  It grieves me to see your noble people in turmoil especially at a time like this.  I however will side with Magatha on the fact that you shouldn't have been associating with the Night Elves in the first place.  Still, it is a shame to see the split; she trained such wonderful shamans."   Silven was speaking more through his ass than his mouth during this; his honeyed tongue served him well to make himself sound sincere but truly he couldn't have cared less.  He was proud of Magatha's doings and wished the other Tauren had followed the example, but sadly they didn't.  Turning his eyes down to the Tauren about to pet the drake, Silven raised in eyebrow through his mask.<br/><br/>"He is not used to anything but Fel Orc cruelty so far Otoahhastis.  I do not know if it the wisest thing to be attempting to reach out to him right now."  He replied quickly as the Drake turned it's head from the Tauren with a low growl of warning before looking straight forward to where Grull lived and the beasts blood began to boil.  Grull had long made sport of the drakes and dragons and massacred them with little more than the flick of his wrist.  Their bodies were still impaled on the outcroppings as they had been left.  Silven's eyes cut down at the drake, then back to his companion.<br/><br/>"Tell me, have you received any reports on Alliance action in the area?"  The shadow priest asked quickly cutting his eyes to two vindictors that were following him from a distance obviously under the captain's command.