Stirring herself after one final glance at Rithrynn, Liaena ran down the stairs to join Sharon as the High Elf was effortlessly levitating Rae’llil into the air. The human’s hands also ran over the blood elfs face, also testing her heartbeat, breathing and pulling back an eyelid gently. “Downstairs, in my lab. Irregular heartbeat, dilated eyes, she’s been poisoned – [b]YOU! GET OVER HERE![/b]” The girl screamed in a voice that was impressively loud for such a small creature as she stabbed a finger at the shaken Falaani, still sitting slumped against the wall after her recent ‘spat’ with Serphia. “I need a sample of whatever you used right [b]NOW[/b], or if she dies it’s all your fault. And Serphia’s going to be pissed!” Not looking back to check that Falaani was following, Liaena whirled around to stalk towards the lower levels of the house, Sharon trailing along in her wake and Rae’llil bobbing along gently. Many conflicting thoughts and strategies were whirling around in the girls head, along with worry about Sherpa and Rithrynn and it was all condensing into extreme irritation at her latest patient as she stomped through the building. “Why in the Light did she try and pick a fight with Serphia!? That was stupid, wasn’t it? Hi, nice to meet you, I’m a blood elf in Stormwind. …Why is a blood elf even here, Sharon?” Having stalked through the kitchen and past Miz Collins (“Would Milady kitty-kat like some more fishy deliousness with her munchies, hm?” *ROAR*), Liaena climbed the stairs behind to enter the small room Sharon had appropriated as a laboratory and Liaena had long since claimed as her own. Grabbing an armful of bottles off the main, long workbench that stretched the whole room, Liaena swept any rubbish that remained on the surface onto the floor as Rae’llil floated onto it, before moving around to her shoulder and producing a scalpel as she started to fiddle with the straps that held her armoured shoulder-pad to her chainmail. “Poison on the table” “….” “NOW” A small jar containing some paste was plonked on the table by the disgruntled Falaani, who was nonetheless watching the proceedings as if her life and future career depended on it (it probably did). Picking it up to unscrew the lid and take a quick sniff, the girl wrinkled her nose before glancing back at the Night Elf. “Is that deadwood? That’s deadwood, isn’t it. Neurotoxin – do you have an antidote – of course you don’t. I have something that’d probably do…” Diving over to the sideboard that housed multiple bottles, jars and assorted paraphernalia, Liaena picked up one, uncorked to sniff it, tested another with her tongue, before pouring one into the other and coming back to the table with a nod. “Close enough” “Are you sure –“ Having loaded the contents of the two jars into a syringe, Liaena had already slid the needle into the blood elfs neck and pressed the plunger, hard. The effect was sudden, and immediate. Rae’llils eyes flicked for a moment, before shooting open and blazing a brilliant glow. “GAH!” “Hrm, well, that worked” Liaena remarked to nobody in particular as she continued to pull off the remains of the elfs epaulets to study the entry point of the arrow carefully. The amount of blood wasn’t making things any easier for her, and the location of the wound made the use of a torniquete impossible. “Someone make sure she lies still. I still need to cut this out of her shoulder” -- “Oh. Okay” Kathlin said noncommittally in response, after a pause in which she digested Adolph’s immediate order. “Of course, if Lady Rosemary wants you to take over the Vanguards duties, that’s fair enough. I’m sorry, but I think you might have misunderstood though….I’m not the Vanguard” Upon receiving an immediate ‘what’ stare from Adolph, Kathlin shrugged her shoulders in the universal ‘I don’t know either’ gesture. “I’m a friend – of a friend – of the vanguard, and they just asked me to assist. I’m not a member, and I’m not here under their responsibilities. I’m just here to help” Quailing a little under the increasingly unfriendly look she was receiving from Adolph, the girl continued to plunge on. The man did not strike her as someone she would ever want to have on her personal staff as a bodyguard. ‘Slimy’ wasn’t a bad word to use, although she felt ‘creepy’ was slightly closer to the mark. “Soooo – if Lady Rosemary would prefer me to remain, I would like to stay and assist the investigation. Call it a – a civic duty of the church, I guess. It’s my responsibility” Having said her piece, Kathlin gave Adolf a quick nod and a smile, before turning back to Murphy very quickly. “If that is all alright – would it be possible to have a closer look at those doors? I do know a bit about the arcane. It might be helpful”