From atop of her nightsaber, Rithrynn eyed the two human girls as they went at each other with all the fury and bitchy-ness they could muster. The Night Elf had originally carried an expression of surprise, but it had soon turned into a more curios and amused stare as she watched the 'fight' between the human girls, which consisted more of wild flailing, slapping, shrieks and hair-pulling.

"You-BITCH!"

*BLAM*

" ... you vile mouthed cow!"

"Owwww, let go! Let go!"

On the other side, opposite the fight of Rithrynn was the younger human priest, looking as confused as he was uncomfortable standing next to the fighting girls!

"No, girls, p-please. S-s-stop!" He stammered, his arms flailing around before him as he seemed completely unsure what to do!
"The l-light teaches p-peace! To love thy neighbor, family and friends! That when struck, to turn the other cheek... "

*BAM*

" ... instead of striking back."

The boy's skin was about to become pale as that of a ghost when the girls were suddenly pulled away from each other, and hoisted up into the air by Rithrynn who had dismounted from Nisha. The nightsaber in question was standing behind her, sniffing curiously at Bella's cloak as if it smelled of fish and potential food. 

Holding Liaena and Bella in each hand, away from one another, Rithrynn's silvery eyes shifted between the two girls with an amused grin; both of whom were still flailing their arms and legs wildly around in the air as they tried to reach the other in vain.

"If you really have so much pent up tension for one another, why not just kiss now and get it over with? We have a mission, and no time to rent a private bed for you two!"

*

"Step in, ladies, and make yourselves at home."

Serphia did not answer the hospitality of the High Elf at first, let alone even acknowledge it as she walked past him and gazed out across the living room.

Her sentinels followed shortly behind her, happy to get out of the cold outside for what little time they had before the mission would start. Behind them followed their nightsabers, all of whom went on to assault and tear up one of the guestrooms of which one of the sentinels had opened the door to. 

"This will be a good forward base of operation." Serphia commented dryly as she finished observing the room, to look down at the High Elf with a small smile.
"And the added luxury won't hurt. I am starting to wonder whether your kind practically shits gold, Quel'dorei."