[i]“I still…it still doesn’t make any sense. How could I have been so wrong…? …”[/i]

Initially freezing up as Rithrynn reached out an arm to pull her close, Liaena’s arms eventually curled around the Night Elf to return the embrace.[i] “…I’m an idiot”[/i]

“Wanna burn down his house….together?”

Face remaining buried in the elfs dress for a moment, Liaena looked up to first give Rithrynn a confused look, then frowning and shaking her head decisively. “No. That would just let him know we are onto him”

Letting go of Rithrynn finally, Liaena wandered over to the bed to flop onto it, resting her back on the pillows and carefully avoiding Naliyah sprawled over the other end of it. “Sherpa has his own castle and mercenary guild to protect him, this band of thugs called the ‘White Hand’. I’ve not seen this castle yet, but I’m getting the idea it’s quite impressive. So, we need to get him while he’s at the house. That’s when he’s most vulnerable”

The girl had clearly entered ‘vocalise interior monologue’ mode, regardless of any attempts from Rithrynn to enter the conversation as she continued. “Sharon is going to speak to Serphia when I give the go ahead, and try and organise a plan of attack. You can help with details of their defences, the general layout of the house inside. How many guards are inside? There’s not a way into the sewer, is there?”

“Uhm, I’m not reeeally sure….”

“We still need to have a spy inside, or it’s too easy to miss him. I was going to do that” Liaena mused, mostly to herself. Pausing at her last comment, she turned her head to give Rithrynn a penetrating stare. “Though…”

“….”
[i]
“She really convinced Sherpa that she was on his team? I remember him being smarter …”[/i]

“….I should still do that.” Liaena announced to the ceiling finally. Still giving Rithrynn that quizzical look, she raised an eyebrow at the worried looking elf. “….so, how did you manage to do this ‘secret agent’ thing? Exactly?”

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"What kind of fool jumps from the second story anyway?"
"One who's mad enough to infiltrate Alfidious' mansion in the first place!"

“…I was invited” Kathlin observed quietly from the flower-bed. One of the guards pointing the muskets at her looked confused. The other one looked annoyed. 

“What?”
“Shut up! No talking!”

“….”

“….Better”

Turning her head slightly, Kathlin gauged the distance towards herself and the edge of the property to be approximately 50 yards as the bird flies, leaving aside all of the flower beds, gardening equipment, benches and assorted garden paraphernalia that she would need to jump over, walk around or otherwise circumvent to reach the boundary wall. Coming to the depressing realisation that she would likely be sporting several bullet holes before she made it halfway, she instead glanced up at the window she had come from. The creature that had been pursuing her had disappeared as if it never had existed. 

Speaking of never existing, there was absolutely no sign of a white little owl and as yet no cries that the wards covering the house had been broken. 

[i]“That was for both of us, Ragnar. Light take you”[/i]