Unknowing of the conversation that had taken place between Sharon and Ren’liel or that Ren’liel had left the building, Liaena was heading quickly back to the quarters she shared with Sharon while keeping a sharp look out for any Night Elves. Sticking her head around the door cautiously to check the rooms hadn’t been taken over by any drunk revellers or tigers, Liaena then slunk inside before locking the door behind her. 

The bath that Frederick had promised was still standing there temptingly, and the girl was decidedly windswept and grimy after her mad run through the city earlier. Liaena merely plunged her hands into the cold water to splash the worst of the grime off her face, before stripping out of the once beautiful, now ruined oversized dress and discarding it on the floor.

Shrugging on an undershirt and the protective pads first, the girl carefully pulled the thorium chain shirt over her head before tightening the buckles and straps that held the interlinked rings closer to her body. Padding over to her wardrobe, after a couple of experiments it soon became clear that her robes disguised the fact she was wearing armour the best, and she pulled on a dark blue set with winter shoes. Checking that her dart-gun was in working operation and was loaded, she slipped it into an inside pocket in her robes, patted her satchel and darted out of the door closing it carefully behind her. 

Padding back towards the atrium while remaining on high alert for Night Elves, or maybe one Night Elf in particular, it was very tempting to break into a run as she considered all the many ways a Rithrynn could wreak havoc in the house if she was under some sort of dark mysterious power. Liaena resisted the panicky thoughts with some difficulty. Rithrynn had already been in the house longer than she had, the girl reminded herself, had in fact been in close proximity with Sharon and hadn’t tried to kill him….which in itself was odd. 

[i]“What is Sherpa playing at? Isn’t he trying to hurt Sharon anymore? Or…maybe there’s something he needs her to do first?....”[/i]

Pulling open the door to the living room gingerly, Liaena peered inside. It was very easy to see several very large, obnoxiously loud Night Elves singing some sort of drinking song in darnassian, and Rithrynn lounging lazily on some cushions on the window seat.

[i]“…Or not”[/i]

Slipping into the room, she was universally ignored by the other elves for the moment as she snuck up behind the snoozing Night Elf. Hesitating, she raised a finger before giving Rithrynn a poke in the back of the head.

“My seat. Go ‘way”

“….”

-poke-

“….I’m Lieutenant! Go ‘way or double shifts”

-poke-

“…In the snow!”

“…..” -poke-

Finally there commenced an angry sigh and the Night Elf reared herself into a seating position to swing around to confront her persecutor. Liaena stood her ground, just stopped herself from leaping back or reaching for her dart gun as she stared impassively up at Rithrynn.[i] “She seems entirely normal. I’d never have known” [/i]“….You were taking up two seats”

To illustrate her point, Liaena stepped around the Night Elf to sit down in the other half of the window seat now that Rithrynn was no longer lying fully across it. Looking up, Liaena produced her most cheekily innocent smile that reeked of: “irritating? not[i] me[/i], surely?” to beam up at the Night Elf - before cocking an eyebrow at her. “So what were you up to last night? Sharon says you only just got back”