"Certainly." The broker replied, now with a broader smile as he stood up from his chair, leaving his half empty whisky glass on the table. "If this friend of yours exist in the registry, I'm sure we'll find him. Give us some time, and we'll be right back." The man explained as he grabbed the heavy ledger, and carried out through the side door of the office; walking out into what seemed like a larger workspace with multiple assistants and writers before he closed the door behind him, leaving Liaena alone in the office. Minutes passed, with only the occasional mumbling heard through the wooden doors. After about seventeen minutes, the handle of the door suddenly moved, and the door swung open to reveal the broker as he returned to his office, carrying his heavy ledger under his arm the same way as a construction worker would carry a heavy frame. Lifting it up, he dropped it on the end of the table, the sheer weight of the wood causing all the table's content to shake and jitter around on its wooden surface. "I'm afraid that there is no one by the name 'Sherraine Silverlion' living here in the Cathedral District, or anywhere else in Stormwind for that matter. Nor does there exist anyone with the name 'Silverlion' who lives within the city. I did find one male High Elf by the name Sherraine Falenthir, who lives down in the trade district and owns a Wine & Cheese Shop in 12th Doubloon Street." The broker said as he placed his fists on the table and leaned over it towards Liaena, taking a moment to observe her reaction. But after a small while, his face suddenly broke up in a smile. "But, I cross reference it within the business legders, and we found one a man named named Jamie Lasher who works at the Southsea Metal Imports, and the name 'Darathriel Silverlion' came up among the names of his associates." The broker said, before falling back into his chair. "He lives over at the 32rd Eternal Sun Street. Perhaps he might be able to help you out further. I am afraid this is where the use of my records end and the need for wit of tongue arises." The broker explained as he found his whisky glass, and took another sip of it before motioning towards Liaena. "Now, I am sure that my services were to your satisfaction, my dear lady?" ------------------------------------------------ "Excellent. Now, follow me please." The servant replied shortly as he motioned for Ragnar and Kathlin to follow him as he turned and walked out through the main hall and up through a long corridor with multiple doorways leading off to the sides: Taking them a couple of levels further up in the mansion, they eventually came to a large greenhouse at the top of one of the mansion's spires, with a large glass globe above them consisting of many smaller glass panels bound together by an intricate bronze framework. There were a multitude of different plants, fauna and vegetation lining the many walkways through the indoor garden, from every corner of the planet. Taking them through the small jungle, the servant finally arrived at the end of the platform where a lone person was standing next to the glass panels; staring out across the gray sky outside. She was rather thin, but also quite tall; wearing an simple silk robe of a darker color, her gray hair neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head. The elderly woman reacted as they approached with the servant, turning around to look at them with her grey eyes, but said nothing. "My ladyship, these are the representatives from the Red Vanguard." "Yes, I know who they are. You already told me. I am old but not senile." She replied sharply. The servant bowed, before he turned and walked away, leaving Kathlin and Ragnar alone with the elderly lady. As he disappeared past the nearest brush, her eyes returned to the former two. "I am Rosamery Barthelhowe, widow of the now departed Alfidious Barthelhowe, whose soul now walks the halls of light." She said as she introduced herself, keeping a rather strict and motionless expression all the way through. ------------------------------- Sherpa let out a small chuckle at Rithrynn's proposal, looking down towards the floor. "In another world, in a better time; maybe we could have." He smiled, shaking his head as he looked up at the Night Elf leaning towards him. "But I am afraid I have too many obligations binding me to this place, tasks that require my constant attention." The High Elf explained, picking up a slice of bread with ham that he took a bite off. Chewing on it thoughtfully, he placed the slice back on the table before he returned his attention to Rithrynn. "It might be a while until we can meet again like this. What will you be doing in the following days?" He asked as he stared back at Rithrynn with a curious expression.