"You remind me more of a philosopher, High Elf." Serphia commented dryly as she gazed down at Sharon.
"All pure logic and models of reasoning, but absent physical realities."

Serphia was not about to comment on the High Elf's knowledge of human architecture, given that however abysmal it might possibly have been, her own understanding of monkey constructs would hardly be any more epic.

"Mistress, Sister Syn'Dial has returned! And she brought a lot of company?"

Turning around, Serphia's eyes narrowed on the sentinel that had just run into the living room and was currently pointing at the front door.

"How much aide was that human church supposed to send exactly?"

"There's six people with her. Her black haired midget pet is one of them."

"I see. Let's go and say hello. I would hate for this... brother of yours, to surprise us in a preemptive strike." Serphia said as she looked back down at Sharon with a slight smile, before the towering Night Elven Captain trailed through the room to head towards the corridor to the front door; moving a hand to the handle of one of her swords as she passed out of the room.

On the outside, Rithrynn had just managed to herd Nisha through the front gate; with Bella close in tow, excessively patting and cuddling with Nisha as if it had been a simple house-cat, not a battle-cat. The nightsaber in particular seemed conflicted about the whole ordeal. On one side, she enjoyed the great attention and cuddling she was receiving from Bella, but then again, Bella was not anywhere near as big or menacing as that of a Night Elf. But should that pose a problem?

As they walked towards the front door, it suddenly swung open as Serphia appeared in the doorway, an armed sentinel at each of her side. And if one were to look up, one would see that a third sentinel had already positioned herself on top of the balcony, bow in hand as she looked down at them.

Whatever calm or soft demeanor Serphia had possessed inside Greymoon's little mansion had long since dissipated, to give way for a much darker, more intimidating stare as she looked down at the newcomers.

"I want names, and I want purpose!" Serphia was quick to demand, as her silvery eyes glowered across the group.

"I'm Ri,-"

"Not you, idiot!" Serphia was quick to interrupt Rithrynn as the sentinel had been about to speak, her eyes quickly returning to the rest of the strangers.

"I know less than half of you, and it's making me uncomfortable!"