Hidden in the shadow of the chimney stack, Liaena peered down at the events unfolding below. Doin, while his voice could be clearly heard, was out of sight to her over the edge of the roof. The White Hands and their leader on the other hand, were clearly visible in the lamplit square as she studied them carefully.

[i]“Do I know that guy?”[/i]

Eyeing Severian, something about him did seem familiar….although from where exactly, she found it impossible to place. This in and of itself, was hardly unexpected. Liaena had already done the rounds of pissing off virtually every large organisation in Stormwind, at some point or another. And her memory had been somewhat erratic as of late. 

Drawing out her elephant rifle, a tap restored it to full size. Pulling a vial out of her bag, she screwed it into the muzzle carefully while balancing it on her knees, before turning to aim down into the yard where the White Hand were as she watched the proceedings carefully. 

*

“I’m not worried”

Remaining where she was as the two dwarves legged it off down the stairs, Kathlin turned to plant her elbows in the frame of the broken window, after pushing away any errant shards of glass that might have remained after its recent assault-by-rock. [i]“well, maybe a little bit”[/i]

“…This [i]is[/i] a duel until yield, right?” the girl enquired as an afterthought to the empty corridor. Unsurprisingly enough, nobody answered her. “I assume that’s the….default, if nobody specifies it?”

“……”

Pulling a ‘yeesh’ expression, Kathlin shook her head as she also watched what was going on.