Sherpa looked over at Rithrynn as she went silent. Studying her thoughtful expression, he quietly moved one arm around her and over on her shoulder.

"If your fellow sisters reflect any of your own quality Rithrynn, then Ashenvale will become little more than an umarked grave for any aggressors." Sherpa finally said after a moment of silence, smiling at Rithrynn.
Though he had spent a great deal of time marching under the tattered black banners of the Scourge, Sherpa knew well that both the Orcs and Night Elves were neither to be trifled with. Few other races could withstand the unrelenting attacks of a combined orcish horde, nor could anyone else try to mimic the sheer accuracy and skill of the ancient NIght Elven warriors.

[i]"It is a conflict that will rage for a long time before ever seeing a resolution."[/i]

"Silverlion," Sounded the voice of a man, as the taller figure of Jamie Lasher appeared in the entrance to the living room, wearing a black pair of pants and and longer, tailed coat over a white satin shirt, and to top it all off; a black top hat and cane. He was accompanied by the shorter, slightly chubbier and bearded Ralf Barbone, who wore a set of yellow and turqoise silk robes with animal fur around his neck.
"The chariot is waiting outside. It's time to head to the docks."

Sherpa gazed back at them, and nodded. Without saying anything more, the two men walked away and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. Turning back to Rithrynn, Sherpa gave her a short kiss.

"I will have to leave now. Alice will show you out when you are ready. And don't worry, we have not forgotten about your little pet either." He stated as he rose from the sofa, and walked towards the exit to the living room. Pausing for a moment, he threw her a last look.

"I promise you I'll get us back in touch as soon as I am able to." 

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Outside, a wooden chariot driven by two horses had pulled up alongside the row of wealthy houses in Eternal Sun street, driven by a white cloaked chauffeur. The chariot and its driver were also accompanied by three mounted riders from the White Hand, with two riding in front of the chariot, and one behind, armed with sabers and flintlock pistols. 

The door to the 32rd house finally opened up, and the bald headed White Hand member who had greeted Rithrynn from last night was the first one to step out. He walked down the flight of stairs to the street, throwing a sharp look around at the bystanders who passed by while casually resting his hand on the handle of his sword at his waist, before positioning himself next to the chariot where he waited. 

Ralf Barbone and Jamie Lasher were the next ones to leave the house.
As they approached the chariot, the bald guard made sure to open the door of the chariot to them. About a minute later, the slender and white haired figure of Sherpa appeared in the doorway. He walked with a casual pace down the stairs to the street, appearing to be not in much of a hurry, unlike Ralf and Jamie whom had hurried to the chariot earlier.

Stopping just by the chariot, Sherpa exchanged some brief words with the bald headed guard. He nodded in return, before Sherpa entered the chariot and the man closed the door behind him.
With a whiplash from the chauffeur, the chariot set off in the direction of the harbor. The bald headed guard remained outside the house, before he went back inside, throwing a last look around the street before he closed the door behind him.

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"No. I did not see anything." She replied unceremoniously, her faded expression following Kathlin and Ragnar.
"I was in my personal chambers, as I often am, on the other side of the mansion from Aflidious, who was in his personal studies... as usual. I heard nothing that night. I did not find out that my husband was dead until a servant decided to check on him."

"There are a couple magical wards around the house," Ragnar explained to Kathlin, the dwarf turning to the girl.
"But they were set up a while ago, and it's been months since we last had a mage visit us. One of them might have ceased to work."

"You think it was a mage then?" Rosamery then asked dryly, her eyes quickly jumping to the Dwarf.

Ragnar pulled in his beard for a moment as he thought, before shaking his head.

"We wonnae exclude the possibility of that, yer ladyship." Ragnar stated, the dwarf apparently not wanting to speculate any further.
"But, it be too early in the investigation tha say fer certain."

Behind them, the a pair of footsteps could be heard as the servant from earlier emerged from the small jungle of plants and lesser trees. Walking up next to Ragnar and Kathlin, he gracefully bowed before Lady Barthelhowe.

"Your lady, the new security you requested earlier this morning has arrived. They are currently entering the property gate." The servant said while standing in his bowing position.

"Hm! I should commend Captain Adolph on his men's efficiency. I had not expected them to arrive this soon." Rosamery said, and through her strict and motionless demeanor seemed almost impressed. 

"Uh... Captain Adolph?" Ragnar asked, the dwarf raising an eyebrow at the noble lady.

"Yes. If the death of my husband is a sign of anything, then it is that the security of this house is below inadequate with the changing times." Rosamery stated, as she turned her attention back to Captain Ragnar.
"Although I appreciate the years you have spent with us, I am afraid your guild is no longer up to the task. I have already sent your guild's account in Stormwind bank the extra amount for your contract's premature cancellation. This will be your last day at my dead husband's house. Any evidence you might have found in your investigation so far I would like you to hand over to my new guards, who will continue the investigation."