Having shot Rithrynn a filthy glare, the glower abated a little as Liaena considered what the elf was saying. “…Maybe. That could work. The whole place is probably warded, with alarms though, and all sorts of things. There’s more than enough mages in this city that could set one up, if you don’t mind paying for it”

Purely from habit than anything else, a brief scowl was aimed at Sharon as that last remark. Liaena sat forward in her chair as she looked back at Rithrynn. “And there’s more than just humans in there. They have a huge man in armour, and he didn’t even flinch when Doin battered an axe through his chestplate. I think he’s –“

“Define ‘huge’?”

“…..”

Liaena gave Rithrynn a long, suspicious glare as she tried to figure out whether the comment was intended as a slur. “….Huge. For a human. Okay?”

“That’s not huge, Li”

“....Fine! Whatever. That thing was Undead, I can feel it” Liaena snapped back. Drumming her fingers on the arm of the armchair, her eyes widened as something else occurred to her. “The Red Vanguard. They’d help us with this. They’re fighting the White Hand, same as us, and if I showed them this…“

Picking up the diary, Liaena stared at the cover for a long, thoughtful moment. Turning it back around, she showed the front to Sharon as she raised her brows questioningly at him. “This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?”