"Fret not, I will only repay what has been dealt to me. It is only fair in law, no? They did shoot first on both occasions for little reason other than poor judgement."

"I must argue, Kindreth, you can't be seriou... "

Yes, apparently she was serious.

Sharon was left standing in the room as Rae'liel had already left in her chase for retribution against the Night Elves. Sharon could do nothing but slowly raise a hand up to his head, before covering his face with his palm while emitting a deep, disappointed 'SIGH'. 

"This is going to be absolutely great... " He muttered to himself in a slightly annoyed tone, silently mourning the devastation that was sure to follow Rae'liel's rashness!

Gathering himself, Sharon decided that it was best to follow, just to make sure no necks were broken, and that the collateral damage to his estate was kept to the minimum. Walking over to the bookshelf behind his desk, Sharon reached behind it to pull our a silver formed magical staff with a blue sapphire attached to the shaft by an intricate series of metallic whirls. Turning back to Liaena, he placed a hand on her shoulder; "I will be right back. I just have to sort out this mess."

And with that, Sharon followed in the footsteps of both Rae'liel and Serphia, quickly walking out of his trashed study in pursuit of the former two. On his side, Friedrick suddenly appeared around a corner, holding a plate of tea and wine; before pausing when he saw Sharon walking past him.

"Master Sharon, Lady Kindreth just went to challenge the Night Elves. Shall I bring the popped corn?" Friedrick asked, but Sharon merely shook his head; as he marched towards the noise and the chaos that was at the end of the hallway where the battle between Serphia and Rae'liel took place.

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"An impressive shot, indeed." Sounded the voice of a man, not far from Solares.

The source; a dark haired human male standing on the roof not far away from them in the shadow of a pipe, wearing a brown cloak over a simple leather torso and cloth pants. There were some leather belts running across his chest and waist beneath his cloak, and hidden among them a sharp eye could barely catch the glimmer of a metal object. His face seemed rather young and firm, and his expression was neutral.

When the elves became aware of his presence, the younger man raised his hands into the air to signal peace.

"I do apologize the rude interruption, it was never my intention to alarm you, you must understand." Donald explained, while performing a graceful bow.
"My name is Donald Farwright, a humble man who merely seeks to return what was stolen from him in the past.

Donald spoke with a calm voice, his gray eyes switching between Arinis and Solares. Despite his inaction at large, the man's eyes seemed to be at full work, analyzing every inch of the two ladies with the greatest curiosity.

"I could not help but notice that we were looking at the same thing. Perhaps it is destiny that has brought us together, for I too seek entry to the house." Donald explained, while subtlety motioning towards the mansion with his head.
"I believe we can help each other out, for I have already been inside once."