Running through the city, Liaena stalled a few streets away from Sharons mansion. [i]“What am I doing? I can’t go in like this”[/i]

Glancing around, the girl withdrew into the gap between two buildings away from the prying eyes of the street. Removing the expensive, fur-trimmed, badly ripped cloak from around her shoulders, she unceremoniously threw it into the gutter. Pulling a small vial that was pitch black inside out of her bag, she took a final look around for spies before tilting her head back to gulp the contents down. A moment later she grimaced and braced herself against the wall as her insides started to jump about like snakes. 

It took less than a minute for the worst of the effects to wear off as Liaena shakily held her hands up to check them, then reached for a strand of hair to look at the colour. The sleeves of the dress were now clearly too long for her as she turned them back to keep them out of the way. 

Remerging from the narrow gap was a girl that was an entirely different person from the one that had entered it, being about a foot shorter, with black hair and paler, although still flushed and sweaty from her mad dash through the city. Keeping a sharp look around for anybody who might be taking more of an interest in her than healthy, Liaena set off for Sharons house again at slightly less than full out run, heavily conscious that she had once again become ‘Desirable Bargaining Chip No1’ for any enterprising lurking assassins that hadn’t learned from the last times. 

Thankfully, she only had to turn several corners before she finally reached the street at which Sharons mansion was located on, with a very, very, very unhappy looking Night Elf posted outside. That Night Elf only seemed to register Liaena’s presence after she had already approached, with a very long apathetic pause before recognition finally formed. “Oh. You’re that monkey that lives here aren’t you?”

“…Yes” Liaena said carefully, deciding under the circumstances to just this once allow the ‘monkey’ descriptor to pass. “Can I come in?”

Falaani sulkily turned to start rattling around with the bolt on the gate while Liaena hovered impatiently. For a race that prized itself on its elegance and speed, the Night Elfs moments seemed to the human to be torturously slow. “By the way…you haven’t seen Rithrynn, have you?”

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah.” Falaani paused for a moment, before wrinkling her nose in recognition as she finally pushed the gate open sluggishly. “Special [i]Lieutenant[/i] business, she says. Not as though the lieutenant isn’t supposed to manage rotation or anything like that. Who needs relief? …Ashei nei bara nur ma Faleere vashani …where’ve [b]you[/b] been, anyway?”

But Liaena was already gone as she turned around, running towards the house.