Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

"Only one?" 

Almost sorrowfully, the Elven woman glanced upward to the human as he professed his lament when it came to the profession of his only grandson. Gently patting his shoulder reassuringly with the heavy weight of her armored hand, she would shake her head slowly.

"Fret not upon your Grandson's profession, dear Frederick." She spoke quietly as they stepped over the unconscious and obviously drunken Night Elves that lay sprawled haphazardly across the floor. "I'm sure in due time he will make you proud. After all, not every child follows in the footsteps of their parents! My mother was a Priest, and my father a Warrior. As you can see, I followed neither." 

Pausing at the threshold that lead to Sharon and his apparently new loved one, Rae simply lofted herself to the tip of her toes and gently kissed the elderly man's cheek in gratitude. "Thank you for your hospitality, Frederick; but I'm afraid the inquiries I have remaining are for Sharon." Nodding with a flushed face from the thankfulness she displayed, the Butler then hurried away to the sound of shattering glass and cackling laughter from below; no doubt the workings of the troublesome guards that were on the lower floors.

Sighing at the very thought of having to work with these foolishly acting Elves, the Sin'Dorei inhaled a slow breadth deeply and regained her usual hardened composure as she slipped the goggles off her eyes. Glaring at them in disgust over the fact that she had to hide her appearance in the face of others even in spite of her neutrality, she simply left them hanging in her grasp with one hand before placing the heavy shield she bore to where it belonged on her back.

Then pressing her palms against the solid wooden doors, the first thing the high elf and his lover would see was an armored form with ominously luminous eyes of green. With the creak of the doors ceasing at long last, the heavy footfalls of her plated boots marked the cadence of her inexorable footsteps as she stepped forward into the dim flickering light. First, her eyes in all their high borne pride found Liaena with a judgemental loft of one brow higher than the other, and with it a long silence followed her obvious interruption.

"Long time no see, Sharon." The Sin'Dorei simply stated concisely to the Quel'Dorei without a hint of emotion. "The last I remember of you was the evacuation of the northern human settlements, though I understand you have a tendency to keep in trouble; judging by your letter anyway." The apathetic stare soon softened however, as she continued to speak. "And you found yourself love and....well....[i]peculiar[/I] company. Even the Darkspear have more discipline than the harlots you keep in your basement. If they're your guards, I'm surprised that you haven't been killed already, are you certain you don't wish for me to call for some Blood Knights? They would teach your inebriated foolish company the meaning of duty and discipline."

Was she a bit too critical? Perhaps, but getting attacked for no reason tends to further stain an already venomous tongue.