Silloria Seagray has always been a very rational, intelligent woman. Growing up, she never feared the dark, nor the monster under the bed, nor the boogeyman. She could keep a level head, which proved rather important working with Gryphons- both the animal AND the university students and staff, mind you. She didn't often take risks, for her sense of self preservation was far too strong for that. Silloria was quite content with her lot in life, save for one thing- she had an insatiable hunger for knowledge, and a curiosity that knew no bounds. This had led her into so many adventures into the library basement, over time, and brought her into the position of Head Librarian.
In stark contrast, it also brought her to this very moment, hiding behind a thick stone pillar, listening intently to a small group of cultists.
After the wild goose chase through the campus, and then again, through the library's basement, to catch their cultist intruder, Silloria had not given the emerald gem up to Corven- Xzavier- so immediately. No, rather, she had held onto it for a time, studying it and trying to determine exactly how it functioned. Days later, when the basement had had time to recover from the damage incurred, she went back down, inspecting the remaining bodies of some of the cultists. Finding the room again had been easy- she WAS the Head Librarian, after all. Even if the room had changed to blend back in with it's ever-shifting surroundings, the fel influence wasn't exactly subtle.
Between her research on the gem's magic, and looking over the corpses, she was able to garner some basic information- but most interestingly, by holding onto the communicator she took as a trophy, she was able to listen in on some of the conversations between members of Tenebras Dominum. She had a good giggle about this- certainly they had known their agents had been compromised, but they hadn't thought to adjust their communications for a while? Amateurs.
Inevitably, she discovered one of their meeting places... and her curiosity began to consume her. Silloria wanted- no, NEEDED to know what they were planning. Certainly they would come looking or the gem again, wouldn't they? Or they'd target Maureen more directly, and tha just simply couldn't be allowed. If someone were to find out their plans, their movements, ahead of time, then everyone could be prepared. Tenebras Dominum would be thwarted. And so, after handing the gem back over to Xzavier, Silloria began making her own plans to infiltrate one of these meetings. She left Amara a note to the tune of being gone due to a family emergency- it was only a half-truth, but it wasn't a lie, at least- and slipped off one night without telling a soul. Stealth is... much more difficult, when you've a swarm of murder-minded Gryphons at your back, you see.
It hadn't quite occurred to her until just now that this could be a bad idea. Peeking out at the little gathering, Silloria counted five- one heavily armored with a broadsword, one in light armor with shortswords, and three robed individuals, two of which with imps summoned to their sides. Not great odds, were she to be noticed. One of the robed figures in particular caught her eye. She appeared to be elven, on some level, though not entirely. Her fel green eyes and raven hair, alongside her elegant features, harkened to a certain enchantress Silloria was all too familiar with. She seemed young- very young, in fact. It was always hard to place an age on elven types, but clearly, this one had not reached full maturity.
The rest of the cultists seemed to have their eyes glued to this young woman, hanging on her every word like a Lordaeronian in a church service. It was hard, from her current position, to make out what they were saying. The group was simply just out of earshot. Trying to get closer would be a risk, certainly, but if she didn't try, this would have been for nothing. Her sensibilities began to creep in, nagging at her. What a hare-brained idea, coming here completely alone! At the very least she could've asked Professor Noctana to come with her- she'd have been stealthy enough. Certainly more sneaky than Silloria was, for all she tried. The woman shook her head, trying to focus. Concerns started to cloud her thoughts, and it was never a good thing to make such important choices with a clouded head.
Ultimately, Silloria chose to make her exit- this was far too dangerous for her tastes. If it had only been a couple of them coming together, perhaps she'd be able to hold her own in a fight. But five? And with that human in plate... Silloria watched and waited for her chance at escape. As soon as the entire group was focused elsewhere, she slipped back into the shadows and towards the exit- only to collapse in pain and agony. In mere moments, the armored cultists were upon her, dragging her up to her feet and towards the remaining trio. She locked eyes with their apparent leader- this young, somewhat elven woman- and noticed her mouth moving, her hands making subtle movements at her side. She took a moment to recover, and to process what just had happened: she'd been casting a spell! How long had she known, then, that Silloria had been there..?
The half elf- Silloria was fairly certain, now, that she looked like a half elf, up close- looked Silloria over carefully a moment, her expression betraying her amusement and excitement. "You are..." She purred, her lips curling into a smirk. "...from Stormwind University."