Malkaris slowly bent down, looking up as he did at the floating warships above, circling one another like lumbering beasts dancing about graceless and mad.
His hand slipped beneath the snow, his cloth wrapped hand accustomed to the cold, the nice melting at the warmth of his flesh, dead or not...or perhaps just the heat from the fel energies which have long since made a home within him?
Slowly does the hand raise, ice flecks sliding down his hand, the excess sliding out from between his fingers, slowly sapping what little feeling he had left in his hands.
His pointed ears were numb, frost building on the tips, a natural occurrence being mimicked in his eyebrows.
His robes flap in the freezing wind, as he looks on towards Icecrown Citadel.
"What do you think?" He asks, his head barely tilting as he rolls his old elune stone about in his right hand.
Malkaris' shadow slowly slips upward, his real one remaining where it is, and the other standing beside him. A Keldorei male wearing the trappings of a rogue, his face covered and his eyes stern.
"I think, that you must be sure to make the fallen human your main priority. Then we can shift our focus to our main goal, brother." The rogue's voice sounded eerily ethereal, even amidst the wind, which made the effect that much more otherworldly. He looked at Malkaris, who was looking at him, an eyebrow raised, and eyes twinkling with mischief.
The rogue knew all too well that look. It was the harbinger of a great many deaths in their time. For all of the bumbling that Malkaris was prone to, the rogue has known him long enough to recognize the masks of this particular predator. And it amused him to no end, knowing that the shadows that inhabit the hearts of men pale in comparison to the depths of darkness that inhabit Malkaris' soul who was in more ways then one far more of a monster than anyone causing trouble now could ever be and yet.. he still lives going about their mutual goal.
Malkaris stands, his long black hair flying about in wisps within and out of his hood, his glowing blue eyes flaring at the thoughts of things to come. The rogue simply grins slightly before vanishing into the snow storm.