Liaena nodded distractedly, running through Sharons proposal in her head. “Right. Marshall. Of course. I’ll talk to him”

The girl was still clearly thinking about a million fragmented things at once. Liaena took several hurried steps forward, pulling out of Sharons arms before swinging around to look back at him. “If Sherpa dies, it might break whatever control he’s got over her. He’s got his own mercenary guild, a gang called the White Hand. I saw men from their group outside his house. There was a death of a noble last night I think they were involved in, so I sent Kitty to go and investigate –“

“Who?”

“—but they’re building their own castle, practically! Down at their docks, they’ve got a fortress that looks out over the harbour” Liaena ploughed on, completely oblivious of Sharons attempts to contribute to the conversation. “If this goes on much longer, he’ll have too much of a foothold to get rid of. I think we should infiltrate the house he’s staying at, and take him out there as soon as possible. I can go in disguised as a servant and the Night Elves can –“

“…”

“Oh Light. Serphia.” 

Liaena had, if possible, gone even paler as she paused to think through all the possible ramifications of the situation in her head. “There’s no way to involve her without her blabbing it all to Rithrynn. But we [i]can’t[/i] tell her about Rithrynn. I don’t know what she might do to her”

Okay. Time for plan B, possibly. 

Falling silent again, Liaena paused to consider all of the possible alternatives for Sherpa Murder, all while under the suspicious eyes of Sharon.[i] “I could just go in there by myself”[/i]