"One." Friedrick answered shortly.
"He became a lawyer of all things. Why I would never understand; the man had all the finer qualities to become a honored butler to the higher families of Stormwind, but woe behold; fate did not deem his future so."

Friedrick strategically positioned himself between Rae'liel and the Night Elves whom they walked away from, in case one of the former might be tempted to place an arrow in Rae'liel's neck for talking back to them.

"The reason you were summoned was due to a bad case of assassins, who are also supported by darker forces, which is so typical of Sharon. One thing is for the political world of Stormwind to try to kill you, but it takes a certain kind of character to attract the forces of evil on top of it all!" Friedrick explained as they reached the outer door, which outside of its carved wooden ornaments and decorative gold linings also carried its fair share of heavy steel plating with some magical runes etched into it that glowed dimly in the morning light.

"The door's quite new, actually. We had to replace it after the first night, and all signs indicate that it has so far been assassin... and Night Elf; proof." 

The butler pulled the heavy iron handle down, and one of the doors swung open as they were met with a wave of warm air from the inside. Walking inside, he shut the door behind them after Rae'liel had entered.
The atrium was as messy as it had always been since the arrival of Serphia's warband, with pictures hanging sideways, goblets lying around on the floor, alongside two inebriated Night Elves who were fast asleep, one wearing an obviously undersized, human designed set of robes in a flurry of different colors, and the other little more than a thong as she slept upside down in an recliner. The brass bucket normally laid out for canes and staves by the entrance had been occupied by a plethora of spears, bows and other bizarre weapons from the Night Elves's vicious arsenal.

"Do not worry yourself, the vast majority of the elves are restricted to the first and basement level, and most in the living room." Friedrick explained as he lead Rae'liel through the battlefield that was the atrium. Loud noises, screams and laughter still emanated from the lower west flight of the mansion where the living room was located.
"They have been partying for days on end without any rest, and as a consequence of that, so haven't I had any either. How they do it, I have no idea. Before they came here, I had always assumed that dwarves were the uncontested champions of mindless frivolities."

Freidrick continued to talk as he took Rae'liel up through a flight of stairs. The upper levels of the mansion were considerably tidier than the lower ones, the hallways pristine and untouched almost as if no one had walked in them at all short of a crew of professional cleaners.

As they reached the door to Sharon's chambers, Friedrick paused just outside; the voices of Liaena and Sharon could be heard from within. Turning to Rae'liel, Friedrick smiled.

"It's good to see you again, Lady Kindreth. You don't seem to have changed one bit since I last saw you... " Friedrick stated, before pausing and motioning towards the door.
"Sharon is inside, and so is his new lover. This one he has actually managed to keep for quite some time now, and I have to say I am impressed. He should be ready to speak to you, but... if you have any more questions, now is the time."