Liaena raised her eyebrows back at Donald in dry amusement, although her eyes had widened slightly at his words. “Oh? I thought you didn’t bear grudges. How kind of you to make an exception”

Donalds brief description of the events that led to his predicament filled her with deep unease. Mostly because she had never known Sherpa to be ‘disappointed’ about anything, or leave a person alive where there was a perfectly good opportunity to murder them and desecrate their corpse. The last time she had relied on an assassins advice, it had led to her nearly getting throttled by an undead, ghost….thing, and Liaena gazed at the little man with distrust. Was this yet another trap, or ploy?

“…Tell me about your ‘customer’, as you call him”

Donalds information could still be valid, just as long as it wasn’t relied upon in the same way they had blindly followed the hook hung by Esmeralda. All the more reason, if there weren’t already numerable, to keep the assassin firmly separated from the ‘experience and wisdom’ of her Night-Elf ‘bodyguards’, and Liaena studied the man carefully. 

“The high elf, with the white skin and hair. I don’t know what you know him by, but he calls himself Sherpa. I want to know how and when he first made contact with you, where you have met him and exactly what he paid you to do” 

Liaena chewed on her lip as she thought back to the ambush that had occurred down in the sewers. Donald had been with him then, and would presumably have at least some grasp of Sherpas plan. “Also, he has two creatures with him. An undead assassin and an incorporeal…ghost, of sorts. Female. Looks as though she used to be human, once. What do you know about them?”