“What…?” The cab driver quailed under the furious gaze of the Night Elf, before pointing frantically at Liaena who was sitting next to him. “Not my fault Ma’am! She made me do it! Talk to her!”

“Rithrynn, go and find Serphia and tell her we need to move! I’m going to go find Sharon” Liaena instructed as she clambered off the carriage, tossing the small purse to the trembling cabbie and ignoring the Night Elf on guard save for a single glance. “I’ll ask Miss Collins to get it washed for you. Open the gates, would you!”

“Don’t tell me what to –“

“LIEUTENANT!”

Liaena slipped through the gate the moment the extremely disgruntled watcher had opened it to run at full tilt towards the house. Brushing aside the door-rug and moving past two Watchers, she stepped into the now-quiet front atrium. 

“Welcome back, Lady Rune”

“….T-thanks Fredrick” Liaena gasped as she looked around the quiet hall. “Where’s Sharon? In his office?”

“Actually I believe he is currently in his dressing room, Lady Rune. If you would like me to lay out a change—“

“No! Thanks. Talk later!” Liaena shouted back over her shoulder as she started running again, up two flights of stairs and along the corridor to burst into the room she shared with Sharon. Naliyah was still snoring, entirely obliviously in the bed as she stepped past her into the small ante-chamber that housed Sharon’s wardrobe. “Sharon! I got the Vanguard to create a distraction for us and we’re going to have some help coming in from the Cathedral and I asked Rithrynn to get Serphia moving out for dusk and – what’s that you’re wearing?”

“……..”

Liaena surveyed the fresh robes, the battle armour glinting underneath and the staff in the High Elfs hand as her face paled by several degrees. Shaking her head she took a step backward, to fold her arms across her chest and make an attempt at a commanding tone. “No.”