Liaena merely stared blankly at the Sharon for a moment, the human having paid as little attention to Fredericks words as the high elf. Upon seeing Sharon alive, well and decidedly un-shanked, the girl allowed the hand holding the dart-gun to fall back to her side. 

“Liaena!?”

“…We need to talk” Liaena got out finally as she strode forward, grabbing a fistful of Sharons dressing gown sleeve as she dragged him forcefully towards the staircase. The elf hurried after her rather than be pulled or have the expensive material ripped; trying to slow down Liaena was akin to attempting to reason with a particularly pig-headed steam locomotive with all the brakes ripped off. “Why? What’s happened?”

Up two flights of stairs, Liaena did not pause or slow down until they reached Sharons study, whereupon she pushed the confused high elf inside, checked behind her for pursuers and entered herself before slamming the door and locking it. Turning to give Sharon another blank look, she fell to pacing around the room. “I know where Sherpa is”

“What?”

“I know where Sherpa is staying” Liaena repeated. She had still not let go of, or put down the dart gun. “I got his address from a housing estate agent, I went over to his house and saw him come out of it. It’s 32 Eternal Sun Street, over in the Cathedral District”

“….”

“Isn’t…that….good?”

Liaena was silent for a long moment. The girl was still wandering around the room aimlessly, in a manner that suggested that she was still too wired up to sit down. “I saw Rithrynn there too”

“…”

“She was there too!” Liaena whirled on Sharon even though the high elf had raised no voice of doubt or objection, her face displaying mingled desperation, confusion and fury all at once. “Just a few minutes after Sherpa left, she ran out with that big cat of hers and rode off down the street. He must be controlling her somehow, with spells or that thing that attacked us down in the sewer…..I-I-don’t don’t know what to do”