"It's not that hard, actually." Sharon pulled on his shoulder as he gazed back up at Serphia following her comment about the High Elves' remarkable ability to generate gold in general.
"All you need is a simple understanding of basic economics, coupled with a skillset that can be commercialized and an adventurous spirit; with some good social graces sprinkled on top."

Sharon explained in a peaceful manner as he began to walk towards the center of the living room.

"You would be surprised how many people actually lack basic social intelligence and general humility. It has ruined the ventures of many skilled merchants and capitalists." Sharon commented with a smile, looking at nobody in particular as he talked to Serphia. 

Looking out across the wide window and down towards the harbor, Sharon could see that the sun had almost disappeared completely in the horizon. The red hue and weak light of dusk was soon to give way to the encroaching darkness of the night, as the light had already retracted itself from many yards and alleys down among the docks. From the window, Sharon could see many dockworkers and sailors already on their way home, or to the nearest tavern. Indeed, while the lights from the various different warehouses and administration buildings slowly died out, a few of the more popular taverns and inns by the docks began to light up as the various sailors, dockworkers, administrators and navymen went to look for drinks.

"As you can see, Honor's Watch is still under construction. It is not complete yet." Sharon commented as he pointed down towards the imposing fortress that loomed over the harbor from its tall reef. Some of its towers, as well as the main stone buildings were still incomplete, with scaffolding and wooden support structures adorning the sides and tops of some of the fortifications. 
"That means that beyond the garrison's own soldiers and personnel, we still have to avoid detection by potential night shift workers."

Sharon explained, before turning to give Serphia a sharper stare.

"And I would prefer if you did not kill any of them. They are just simple contractors, most with family, and do not deserve to die for whatever crimes the White Hand might have on their hands. I do not want our rescue operation turning into a bloodbath."

The High Elf knew all too well that however skilled and experienced Serphia and her warriors might have been, concepts such as mercy or even basic rules of engagement might be all but alien to them. It was after all understandable, given the fact that they spent so much time in the forests, where there were no rules. But Sharon would prefer if the cruel rules of nature remained in nature, and were not brought to the city of Stormwind.