A series of heavy footsteps could suddenly be heard from outside of Sharon's study.

Not long after, Falaani suddenly appeared outside the doorway, still covered in bits of frost and snow from the outside. She immediately spotted the trio inside the room, and raised her hand to point at them.

"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!" Falaani called out, just as more than half a dozen of sentinels rounded the corner behind her. All of them were armed and armored, wearing their winter uniforms consisting of long wool robes with pitch black steel plates, pauldrons, helmets, tassets, greaves and handguards; their armor decorated with an elaborate silver lining depicting leaves and intricate patterns over the black painted surface. And on their back, most of them wore a dual set of cloaks, their traditional deep purple and blue elven cloaks, with some shorter, black capes on top of it.

And they were all armed to the teeth, holding bows, spears and dual blades, and more than a dozen angry, silver eyes were now zoomed in on Rae'liel.

In the middle of the group was their captain; Mistress Serphia, a towering elf with a long, flowing snow white hair who was very large even for a Night Elf, standing at almost eight feet tall and looming down over them. She was holding two thin, yet large and curved elven blades, and cast a cold and calculative look down at Rae'liel, similar to that of a predator eyeing its defenseless prey!

"Rath'falaani, safir!" Serphia suddenly called out with a commanding voice, and the seven sentinels in her company immediately surged forward with a burst of speed through the doorway to the study, forming a half circle around where Rae'liel and Sharon stood; pointing their weapons and arrows directly at the couple!
Rithrynn was standing at the furthest to the side, the blue haired sentinel watching them closely while secretly trying to fix the last couple of straps of her armor while she thought no one was watching, after she had been forced to rearm herself on record time on Serphia's command!

Walking forward in a calm yet threatening manner, Serphia approached the pair at the door. She held both of her swords with a firm grip as she approached them, the leather of her gloves cracking as her fingers squeezed around the handle of her blade.

Pausing, she took a moment to look down at Rae'liel and Sharon; before suddenly raising both of her light swords in the blink of an eye, pointing them at Sharon and Rae'liel and only stopping less than an inch away from their eyes!

"Is this a joke?" Serphia asked with an ice cold tone, her eyes passing Sharon to land at Rae'liel.