“Do I know you?”

Sensing no danger, the woman retracted her crossbow back beneath her coat when Liaena asked. Turning her head to look down at the slightly shorter, black haired girl, she simply stared at her for a moment.

"No. You don't." The coated woman answered with a disaffected voice, gazing down at Liaena with a neutral expression. But even though her face was unmoving, her blue eyes were much more alive; looking like they were scanning every single part of Liaena's body with deadly curiosity. But it was a brief curiosity, as the woman turned her head around to look towards the front door, having seemingly lost any interest in Liaena already. That was when the door of the house opened, and the towering presence of Serphia then loomed over them like a dark cloud!

Fran and Smokey immediately stopped when they saw the big Night Elf, with Smokey instinctively reaching down with a hand to protect his groin.

"Do not worry, they are friends." Sharon's voice suddenly sounded behind Serphia, as the High Elf squeezed himself out between Serphia and one of her sentinels as they almost blocked off the doorway completely. Walking out into the garden, Sharon's eyes quickly fell on Fran.

"This is Fran, a man who's hatred of the White Hand almost matches that of my love, Liaena Rune. And this is... " 

Turning to Smokey, Sharon hesitated for a moment.

"Bart Khel, a... recent associate of mine. Qualified Dwarven demolition expert, assured to solve any physical obstructions that we might encounter."

Finally, Sharon's eyes dawned on the quiet woman standing next to Liaena, who in return gazed at him from beneath her heavy leather hat.

"And this is Specialist De'Roje Alissah, who... "

"Could you please speak any louder, Sharon? I'm afraid that child can only hear half of what you are saying." The woman, supposedly named Alissah, said with a slightly irritated tone as she raised a hand to point with her thumb over her shoulder at one of the windows of the house on the opposite end of the street, in which one of the windows featured the face of a very curious blond haired kid glued to the frame, barely above seven, who stared down at the strange congregation that had gathered outside of Greymoon's house.

" ... please?"

"Ahem, yes, duly noted... " Sharon replied, slightly pulling in the metal collar of his breastplate before he turned to Serphia.
"Let's continue inside, shall we?" 

The High Elf suggested, raising his arms to slightly push Serphia and the sentinel next to her back inside of the corridor, while secretly praying that she wouldn't kick him right out of the house. Serphia was just the kind of person that he imagined wouldn't be too averted to potentially occupying a house simply because she could. Indeed, he wasn't even sure if he could ever remove her warband from his own house without her own consent.