"I have no idea if you know or not, but Li here is messed up in the head, incapable of telling danger!”

“…I am [b]not[/b]!” 
Liaena spat furiously. Thea inclined her head slightly towards the Night Elf in recognition. “Yes, thank you. I did know that”

….

Watching Rithrynn and Fran carefully as they both put their respective two bits into the conversation, the priestess waited until both of them finally ground to a halt before she spoke again. “I’m still not hearing any proof of a link between this ‘White Hand’ Guild and a death cult, apprentice”

“I told you –“

“The church does not normally involve itself with politics or internal security, which you should be well aware of by now, apprentice.” Thea’s voice, while quiet and calm, had the remarkable effect of drowning out Liaena as she held up a finger to her. “To intervene in a situation such as this, there must be no doubt of the authenticity of the threat to this city. Do I have to explain to you the impact an incorrect accusation would have to the trust placed in this order?”

“…Okay. Fine” the girl said finally, after a long pause of tiredly staring at the floor. Looking up again, she met Thea’s eyes. “So I’ll get you your proof, when I go in. Tonight”

“Which is illegal”

“So is kidnapping people! So is fiddling your books, and murdering nobles to get away with it, but I hear all you can do about [i]that[/i] is sit and write letters!” Liaena exclaimed furiously. Jumping to her feet yet again, she glared down at Thea. “Death Culty-ness aside, you know that they’re up to their necks in dirt, and you want to let them get away with it!? We’re – we’re supposed to be protectors of this city! Not a bunch of bureaucrats!”

“Hrmmph” Marshall grumbled, shuffling around on his chair as he glared up at Liaena. “For once, something that we could agree on brat”

Leaning back slightly in her chair, Thea gave Liaena a long, hard, stare before she finally spoke again with a hint of a sigh. “I can’t condone you forming a strike force onto private property, Rune”

“You don’t need to” Liaena said quickly. “Just…don’t notice when I start recruiting myself, okay? This was all my doing. Everyone’ll believe that”

“No doubt.”

Thea pulled a very clear I-can’t-believe-I’m-even-having-this-conversation expression as she looked down again to the diary on her desk. “Describe this Death Knight to me, apprentice. You say he was involved in Dalaran?”

“…”

“Yeees…” Liaena said hesitantly after a long pause, taken completely unawares with the rapid conversation shift. “He was. I saw him there”

Launching into a description of Sherpa, Liaena gave an accurate physical description and current pseudonym, and proceeded to gloss over or outright fabricate any details of his history or recent events that she could think of. He was re-imagined as a malevolent cultist, with a hatred of Sharon purely due to the latters intervention in the Dalaran massacre and their shared background as Quel’dorei. 

As she finished, Liaena found that her hands were shaking slightly and her skin felt cold as Thea eyed her very closely. She clasped them together to hide it as the priestess glanced over at Marshall. “Forgive me, but would you give me a moment to speak to my student in private?”

“…What!? Hrmph, fine.” Marshall grunted, sounding distinctly pleased to be dismissed after an initial gesture of outrage. Getting slowly up from his chair, he nodded to Thea with a lowering of his bushy brows. “I’ll be in my study then, priestess. Come and join me when you are done here, we shall discuss this further”

“Of course, Father”
Thea gave Marshall a beatific smile as he headed for the door, to turn and raise her eyebrows at Fran and Rithrynn apologetically. “….If you would be so kind?”