"Oh, don't worry about her, she's just an old associate of mine. She was kind enough to reply to my letter when I,-"

“Someone make sure she lies still! I still need to cut this out of her shoulder”

"Alright, alright... " Sharon replied, having accompanied Liaena to her personal little laboratory. It had actually been quite a while since the High Elf had last been to the room, even though it was he who had set it up, anticipating some further use for it, which had never come. The arrangements that Liaena had made to it made it more reminiscent of a goblin workshop than a Dalaran academic research laboratory, and far from the latter's regulations for safety!

Hurrying over to the sideboards and shelves, Sharon began to dive and root through the many different drawers and shelves in search of something to keep the Blood Elf still. It did not take long before eventually, he found a bundle of leather straps and buckles. A moment of confusion passed as the High Elf merely stared at the leather.

[i]"What are they doing here?"[/i]

Sharon returned to the makeshift operator table, fumbling with the intricate coil of leather which was all bungled and jungled together. However, the High Elf soon decided that the leather was too much work for what it was worth, and simply dropped it to the ground.

"I just got a better idea." Sharon said, before holding up his staff and pointing it at Rae'liel's limbs. Muttering on a light chant, the air around the Blood Elf's limbs began to vibrate slightly, forming what seemed like singularities around her arms and legs as solid masses of ice began to appear. In less than a few seconds, the Blood Elf was bound to the table by a couple of solid blocks of ice, keeping her in place.

"Don't worry, it takes a while for hypothermia to set in." Sharon answered reassuringly to Liaena who threw him a slightly dark stare, the High Elf shrugging his shoulders while throwing his lazyman's solution a small, satisfied smile.
Moving across the table, Sharon approached Rae'liel's head, getting as close as he could without disturbing Liaena's work.

"Hey... Kindreth, can you hear me? Do not worry yourself, you are in good hands. Now, this might sting a little, but I am sure it will be nothing for a sturdy warrior like yourself!" 

It might have been a lie, but it had been a white lie! After all, it was the thought that mattered, wasn't it?

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"We already have two battlemages in the scene - anything related to the arcane, we already have covered." Adolph answered nonchalantly in a dry tone, the Captain seemingly becoming more and more unimpressed with Kathlin as the time went by.

"Any Red Vanguard, including any outsourced personnel by the Red Vanguard, are to leave the premise. And that would include you, girl."

"Ehh, well... yer probably right... " Suddenly sounded Ragnar, the Dwarf brumming in a rather theatrical way as he moved his shoulders and looked back up at Adolph.
"I got quite some stuff stashed up in me chambers. I should probably get them cleaned out, sorry fer botherin' ye, yer highness." 

As Ragnar turned around, he bumped into Kathlin, pulling her with him as the dwarf marched for the stairs.

"Don't worry, I shan't leave too much of a mess in the guest quarters fer ye!" Ragnar called out back at Adolph as he continued to walk up the stairs with Kathlin in tow, before the dwarf's head immediately turned back from the White Hands to look up at Kathlin.

[i]"I'm tired of these lily bastards. I say we go get whatever's in that study they want and bust anyone that gets in our way!"[/i] Ragnar whispered to Kathlin while banging his steel gloves together.

Behind them, Adolph seemed to be motioning to some of fellow White Hands. Getting the attention of one of the men, Adolph pointed towards Kathlin and Ragnar as they were traveling away from them and up the stairs. The masked White Hand cavalier who had gained Adolph's attention returned with a brief salute, banging his fist against his chestplate, before resting his hand against the handle of the hilt of his sword as he traveled up the stairs after Ragnar and Kathlin, keeping a distance but seemingly following them.

Looking up at Kathlin as they walked, Ragnar threw the human a smile.

"Ye up fer gettin' some of that evidence of yours, lass?"