“How goes the negotiations?”

Liaena threw her a look that strongly suggested that a thought she couldn’t believe had just occurred to her, had just occurred to her. Eyeing the Night Elf up and down with a sizeable level of distaste, the girl finally sighed and rolled her eyes as a decision had been reached by her. “It’s fine. Get your stuff. We’re going out”

“What?”

“Going. Out. [b]Now.[/b]” Liaena enunciated slowly and clearly. Marshall, for all his age had a remarkable level of stamina, sped up and Liaena had to increase her pace to catch up with him as she stabbed a finger back over her shoulder at Rithrynn. “Be at the gate in two minutes alright, or we’ll just go without you!”

*

“I have summoned a carriage to the house, Lady Rune. I estimate it will be here in under two minutes, allowing for the snow on the road of course. Your cloak?”

“Thanks Frederick”

“If I may, Lady Rune…” Frederick said politely, taking long careful strides to keep pace with Liaena as she jogged along. Brushing aside the curtain that still served as the front door – apparently carpenters and locksmiths resented being held at arrow-point while working – she jumped down the steps to the slushy, melted snow of the garden. “…Would you like me to take a message for you to Master Sharon?”

“Uhm…” Liaena muttered. Navigating the puddles of the garden path at that moment seemed more important than meeting Fredericks polite, but penetrating gaze. “Yes, I suppose so. Tell him…tell him something came up, but I’ve got it all under control…I…”

“Oh, excellent punctuality. I must write a letter of recommendation” Frederick said cheerfully as a carriage screeched to a halt at the gate, splattering water, muck and melted snow everywhere as well as onto the unfortunate Night Elf waiting at the gate. Liaena pushed the gate open after Marshall, ignoring the angry watcher and grabbing the door handle to the carriage. “Marshall. MARSHALL! We have a CAB! Come back!”

“Watch your tone, girl!”

“Of course…” Liaena muttered grumpily as she swung the door to the cab open for Marshall to climb in. Keeping a watchful eye on Alficious’ diary, still clutched in the deadlock that was the old mans hand, she slammed the door after him before turning to Frederick again. “Look. We need more allies that what we’ve got, okay, and I’m going to go deal with that. Tell Sharon I’ll be back before tonight, and the plan can still go ahead, I promise”

“So….where are we headed? You coming too, girl?”

“Yes” Liaena responded, after a brief glance towards the house that as yet revealed no Rithrynn rushing towards them. The girl couldn’t help but feel rather relieved after all, as she placed a foot on the step to climb up on the driver’s seat beside the cabbie. “Cathedral of Light, asap please. We need to make a brief detour in the Trade District though. I’ll direct”