DarkWind faded into the shadows, drifting back into the Etherial plane and towards the one known as Divida. There was great power with this one, dangerous power - the Shadowmancer was willing to bet Divine power. She would have to be careful - she was certain Divada would be aware of her presence, she would need to watch her actions to be certain of evading capture. Returning to the Material Plane, DarkWind emerged from the shadows to find Divida in the company of others that had been shadowing an enemy group. She was beside someone, an assasin - she could tell by the air about him. They were deeply connected, these two. DarkWind's hunger grew...she needed Chaos and, for a moment, the thought crossed her mind to cause a disruption in the rhythm between them - but it passed quickly. She did not yet wish to expose herself. In fact, she would prefer her prey not know of her until it was too late. DarkWind stood, quietly observing from the shadows...a short distence from her, a lone goblin sat eating, his pack on the ground beside him. A cruel smile crept across her lips, chanting softly she cast a spell on the pack - it sprouted legs, skittered a short distence away and stopped; the legs disappearing as though they had never been there in the first place. A bit of Chaos to tide her over.