“Safe” Liaena responded absently. “Although she probably wishes she wasn’t”

Apparently somewhat distracted by her own thoughts, she spared a glance down at Donald. “Her latest plan was to annoy me, I think. It worked”

Sherpa hiding in the Cathedral district? His palace made of ice and black stone with crucified victims in the back garden seemed a far more thematic setting for Sherpa than the marbled terraced rows and detached mansions that made up one of the most affluent areas of the city. It was like King Varian conducting all of his business from a market stall in the trade district. It simply didn’t fit. 

....Then again, if her previous experiences with Sherpa was anything to go by, he could very well be appreciative of the irony of the situation. And Liaena had to admit Donalds logic seemed sound – so long as he was telling the truth of course. 

“So she was your boss. Was that whole shot at abducting me her plan then?” Liaena enquired belatedly, the amused tone in her voice indicating exactly what her opinion was of the late Esmeraldas efforts. The danger she had actually been in and the fear when the attacks had occurred had long since been eclipsed for Liaena by the smugness of victory. In her mind, the intervention of the Night Elves had had very little to do with it.

[I]“...that[b] would[/b] explain why she got so incredibly pissy at me. Irony’s a bitch” [/I]

“But anyway. Who was her boss? There must have been somebody else that she reported to”