“Hired to do what, exactly? Kill Sharon? Is that it?”

"Indeed. Quite frankly, it was a really simple task really. We weren't given many specific rules as to how it should have been done. Just to see it through... oh, and we were encouraged to set the house on fire once we were done. No hard feelings intended."

At Liaena's last question, the girl leaned forward over the assassin; to the point the assassin instinctively took a subtle step back as if he was afraid she'd accidentally fall on him at any moment.

"You seem to know this 'Sherpa' far more than I do. I did not even know him by that nickname until you used it." Donald explained, holding his right hand up as he explained.
"In the business, it is often the norm to give as little information as possible. Needless curiosity is often frowned upon by our clients, and thus we only ask for the information required to get the job done. This is a precautionary measure from the client's side to reduce potential harm done in case the handler; which in this case would include me, the hired blade; is caught and interrogated, or were to switch sides."

Donald spoke in a calm and organized manner, albeit with the occasional case of glibness in his voice. 

"My only knowledge about this Sherpa is that he often surrounds himself with merchants in the maritime trade, and some gentlemen from the new White Hand outfit; whom I might say are as well mannered as they are devious. They get my admiration there." Donald paused, seemingly thinking a bit.
"Ohh, and the fact that he has magical powers of some sort, which I was not prepared for when he intercepted me. I am no mage, let alone a student of the mystical arcane or believe me, it'd been a part of my romance strategies; but I'd say that it is may have been kinetic, or some invisible force that he used against me. Maybe it was ghosts as you said? But I saw nothing but him."

Smiling, Donald gazed up at Liaena, his head slightly tilted to the side.

"Now as I have answered your questions, my lady, will you let us go?" He asked, holding out his arms.
"Do not worry about thoughts of vengeance. I have had enough of Stormwind as it is, and wish to travel to the tropical warmth of the Southseas. It would probably be best until you have dealt with this 'Sherpa' fellow of yours. Oh, and when you get to him; do send him my regards. Hopefully it will hit a nerve."