"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!" “….WE ARE NOT A THING, RITHRYNN!” Liaena screamed at the top of her lungs, the guard across from the road from them now wandering away shaking his head. Bella, who had ceased to struggle in Rithrynn’s firm grip, proceeded to give Liaena a very peculiar look. “…well, obviously. Ew.” Resisting the urge to kick Bella for that, or Rithrynn, or possibly both of them, Liaena folded her arms across her chest and glowered until she was finally dumped back onto her feet. The boy, apparently sensing a moment to instil some semblance of authority into the situation, scurried forward to glare in a not-very-ferocious manner and poke a finger down at the two girls. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves. How would you feel if I were to report this to Priestess Thea, exactly!?” He was met with twin deadpan you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me looks in return, before Liaena finally relented with a sigh. “Hi, Liam” “Priest Gray” “…Priest Gray. Fine.” Liaena retorted with a sigh. Mentally, she wondered what the repercussions would be if she had Rithrynn batter both of them down and returned to them to the Cathedral with a ‘returned due to faulty goods’ note. “Why are you here?” “Why am I….I’m here because Ki…Apprentice Lennox has been captured, by cultists. All because you led her into danger. Am I right!?” Liaena managed not to wince at that one, wilting slightly as Liam glowered at her. “…Right” “Right. And as I understand it, this is a time critical mission, yes? But never mind that. Let’s bicker, and whine, and fight.” Priest Gray seethed. Still being held up by Rithrynn, Bella stopped inspecting her nails for a moment to glance over at the pair. “Ooh. Burn.” “And furthermore—“ “Alright! Alright! Fine!” Liaena broke in finally. Giving the other two a final withering look – which was returned with a shrug from Bella – she turned to walk back towards Greymoons holiday home. “Lets go then. We’ll be meeting up with Rithrynn’s warband first” “…Okay. Good.” Liam said cautiously. Straightening up, one could almost see him mentally switching back into ‘responsible qualified superior’ mode as he headed after Liaena. “…This will be going on your permanent record though” “Oh goodie. That ups the average”

Rithrynn gazed down at the three humans with utmost intrigue, seemingly as curious as she was slightly baffled by what she assumed was Liaena's circles. That being, whatever social interaction the girl ever had short of Sharon, herself and her many official and unofficial laboratories that dotted Stormwind. "Don't worry, we don't have to walk!" Rithrynn suddenly said cheerfully to Bella and Liam as the two were currently staring at Liaena's back as the black haired girl had already begun to walk back to Greymoon's resort. Bella was only slightly larger than Liaena, and by no means anywhere near that of a Night Elf in terms of size. Liam on the other hand, the aspiring human priest, seemed little more than skin and bones. Moving a glove behind her to stroke the fur of Nisha, Rithrynn motioned towards her large battle cat with a nod. "I can carry all three of you, no problem!" "Is that... a tiger?" Came a rather nervous question from Liam, as the boy stared at Nisha, quite clearly uncomfortable being in the way of the big, glowing yellow eyes of the nightsaber. Bella seemed to react as well, the girl's eyes widening as she looked at the big animal. Nisha on the other hand let out a slight growl of complaint, turning her head to look up at Rithrynn as if to complain about the potential passenger load; a complaint that was plainly ignored by the Sentinel! "Awww, isn't she adorable?!" Came Bella's voice as the girl's face turned into a lovable smile, and she suddenly walked forward to pet Nisha. Liam was quick to react however, immediately reaching out with a pair of arms to stop Bella from walking straight into Nisha. "No! Are you mad?! The beast will bite your head off!" "Let me go, Liam. This is like the only cool thing that's ever come out of this pointless quest with Rune! I'll be damned if you can keep me from it!" Bella complained back at Liam, the latter obviously being no fan of climbing up onto the back of the menacing looking battle-cat. However, Bella and Liam did not come to any formal agreement before Rithrynn suddenly grabbed them both from on top of Nisha, and placed them behind her. A small, excited squeal came from Bella, which was mirrored by a nervous 'yelp' from Liam as the boy swallowed hard, freezing up completely as if he was utterly afraid to do anything! Liaena, who had been marching with great purpose ahead of them, quite clearly having suffered enough of Bella and Liam's company already; was suddenly snatched and thrown into the saddle beneath Rithrynn's arms. "You have to agree, Li! This is the best way to travel!" Rithrynn exclaimed as Nisha frantically dashed through the streets on all four, reaching a speed that was enough to water their eyes as they zoomed through the somber streets of the city! "Beats the rolling coffins we had earlier!" * "As long as they do not raise arms against us, they have nothing to fear." Serphia replied as she walked up next to Sharon to gaze out across the harbor, her eyes focusing on the little behemoth of a fortress that was Honor's Watch. "I will give it to the apes, they know a thing or two about masonry and stone work." Serphia muttered as her eyes narrowed in on the ramparts and the surrounding scaffolding, being able to pick out some small moving sources of light, presumably from torches. Whether it was civilians or chevaliers who carried them was harder to tell however, in the darkening dusk. "We can take a small raft or rowboat out from between the larger ships docked near the fort, up to the south side of the reef. From there, we'll have the shortest path to the bottom of the scaffolding; which we can use to quickly reach the lower walls. Then we will be in." Serphia said with a thoughtful expression, leaning herself against the window frame before turning to look down at the High Elf. "I hope you have a lead as to where in the construct your friend is. It could take hours to scour the entire interior of the castle, at which point detection will not be a matter of 'if,' but 'when'."

"Well... " Sharon said, biting his lower lips as he eyed the castle. "I have a general clue." "A 'general' clue?" Came the immediate response for the towering Night Elf next to him as Serphia's eyes narrowed down on him. Pulling on his collar a little bit, he gazed back up at her. "Dungeons, and any prisoners held within them; tend to be located at the base of most castles and citadels." Sharon reasoned, channeling the unimpressive architect within himself. Raising an arm, he pointed down at the reef that the castle was situated on top of. "It would not surprise me if they had corridors running down through the reef itself. I see no elevators leading down to their sea entrance, for instance. That means it has to be some kind of system of tunnels to transport goods and personnel from the bottom to the top." Sharon said as he pointed down at the large cove entrance at the toe of the reef, pointing out towards the seaway. He had seen at least one smaller merchant ship enter through that seaway, which convinced him that there must some kind of smaller dock or harbor inside the very reef itself. Although he couldn't help himself but think what poor impression all his assumptions and speculation made on Serphia. The lack of hard facts probably didn't help her confidence in his plan. -------------------------------------------- On the outside of Penance Street 27, a taller, slender figure appeared from the shadows of one of the alleyways. Eyes scanning the row of houses from beneath a large, black leather hat, the woman's eyes remained on Greymoon's resort, which was by far the most luxurious of all the already impressive houses on Penance street. The woman was wearing a long black leather coat, concealing her lower body. Slowly making her way towards the entrance to the garden, she suddenly paused. "Hey! Lassie! Do ye kno where Penance street 23 is?!" Sounded the groggy voice of a dwarf that came walking up behind her. The dwarf in question was none other than "Smokey" Bart Khel, the dwarven demolitions 'expert'. The dwarf carried a deep brown hair, although was completely bald on top of his head, and his beard played host to remnants of what looked like at least three different dinners that the dwarf had enjoyed. Smokey was wearing no more than a simple linen cloak and canvas pants, with a checkered woolen shirt. However, over his clothes he carried at least four different satchels strapped to a leather raiment over his torso, with a heavy backpack on his back. Although said containers were closed, it was still possible to see the occasional butt of a dynamite sticking out through the various containers to hint at his explosive cargo. And in his hands, he held a large, smooth-bore musket. "I'm looking for some fancy fella named Sharon Dei-something. He lives around here." At first, the woman did not answer the dwarf; merely staring at him with two deep blue eyes from beneath her hat. But eventually, she tilted her head slightly to the side, revealing her brown hair. "If you would but look up, you would see that this is Penance Street 27, not 23. And Sharon is here." "Oh? Really! I thought for sure it was... waitt'a, you're 'ere to meet the elf too?" Smokey suddenly exclaimed, increasing his grip around his smoothbore musket. "Yer' no poncy Night Elf! Are ye tryin' tha steal me contract?!" Smokey had begun to raise the bore of his musket up towards the woman, only to halt when she immediately produced a smaller and loaded crossbow from her coat which she pointed right down at the dwarf. "Don't." "What's going on here?!" Sounded the voice of Fran, the gold bearded and red caped dwarf appearing behind the couple. Fran barely had time to look at both of them before he suddenly found himself the target of both the woman's crossbow as well as Smokey's musket, all of which were aimed at the confused Red Vanguard. "Fran? The bloody hell are you doing here?" Smokey exclaimed! "Bart? Me ancestors... aren't you with the White Hand? What are ye doing here?" Fran asked, hands raised. "They skipped their last payment. I'm getting a new job!" "Then what are... " But Fran did not have time to ask his question as the attention of both Smokey and the mysterious woman immediately turned to the noise of a nightsaber rapidly approaching them at the gate!

“This – is not – the best way to travel!” Liaena hissed back, clinging on like a limpet to Rithrynn’s arm. A horse, or perhaps even a carriage would suit her better, any day of the week. There at least she had control over the vehicle, as opposed to being bundled around like a piece of luggage. She might have complained more if it were not for the presence of Bella in the immediate vicinity, conspicuously very much enjoying the ride with far more style than she was herself. “This is amaaaazing! Why don’t we have these things!?” “Would you please put your hands down!?” With a final snarl, Nisha screeched to a halt outside Graymoons mansion as she plonked her arse down into the slush sharply. Liaena was saved from going flying by Rithrynn, poised expertly in her seat, while Bella and Liam barely avoided going flying over the Night Elfs head; a move that would have resulted in them impacting the gate with some considerable velocity. “I swear to the Light, I am not riding this thing on the way back. I’d sooner have to outrun Sherpa’s forces” Liaena climbed out of the saddle with not a small amount of grump, a mood only marginally lessened by the admittedly extreme swiftness in which they had made the journey. Landing on her feet in the slush, she turned around to be confronted by three extra individuals to their party, two of which she recognised, one of which she did not. “YOU!” Smokey roared as he brought his musket around, before coughing and glancing at the mansion as he made a big show of pointing it at the ground again, occasionally shooting death glares at Liaena. “…Yer lucky I be working for dat fella of yours, ya wee rat. But there will be a reckonin’, ho yes. There will be…” Liaena blinked, before coughing slightly as she made a big show of inspecting Smokey closely. “…Oh, I’m sorry, have we met before? Hi Fran” “Evenin’ Lass” Fran responded in a trace of amusement in his tone, torn between confusion at the situation and relief that at least one of the weapons that had been pointed at him, now was not. “Did yeh get tha’ backup you wanted?” “Eh…” Liaena said vaguely, glancing over her shoulder. Bella was still cooing over Nisha as Rithrynn dragged open the gate, Liam having immediately put several meters between himself and the big cat the moment his feet touched the ground. Regardless of her feelings on the matter, the girl was inclined to feel that disavowing her companions would cause far more trouble than not. “….sorta” At that, she turned to the final person waiting at the gate, the woman she had failed to recognise. Liaena eyed her with frank suspicion as she stepped through the gate to head towards the house. “Do I know you?”

"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!"

“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.

Liaena eyed the woman with slightly baleful intent as the latter immediately followed Sharon into the building, the younger girl trailing them both. It had taken about a minute of sharing the same air space with Specialist De'Roje Alissah for Liaena to decide that she didn’t like her. “…Hey Li” Bella, having finally released Nisha (who looked a bit put out with a grumble) sidled up to Liaena to whisper to her. Not that whispering would do any good at all given their present company of course, in a house full of Night Elves. Rithrynn in particular was walking quite close to them both. “…is that your boyfriend? Really?” Even under the circumstances, Liaena couldn’t help but feel more than a little smug at the astonishment in her peers tone, straightening her back slightly as she walked. “Yes.” “….” “…..sooo, what did you use on him?” “what?” the girl muttered as she gave Bella an odd look, only to see her waggling her eyes brows as she gave Liaena’s satchel a meaningful stare. “…I did not. Use anything. On him.” “Suuure” Liaena ground her teeth at the blatant sarcasm as she rounded on Bella, extremely sensitive of their proximity to Alissah, Sharon, Rithrynn and any other Night Elf in the house who bothered to care. “For Light’s sake, how old are you? We’ve got a job to do, in case you’d forgotten!” “Yes, quite” Liam remarked sharply from her other side, making it fairly blatant just how not-subtle their part whispered, part hissed conversation had been. “For once we’re in agreement, so focus, Silva” “…Oh come on, there’s nothing even happening yet…” After shooting a slightly surprised glance at Priest Gray as he took her side, Liaena darted forward to leave a quietly grousing Bella behind and circumvent Alissah to fall into step at Sharon’s side. Still with slightly flushed cheeks, she shot him an apologetic look as he looked down at her, before querying the numbers of people walking behind them with her eyes. “Ah…are we waiting for anyone else?”

Noticing Liaena as the smaller girl scurried up beside him as they entered the living room, Sharon threw her a soft smile. "No, with the arrival of the two mercs, I believe all of us should be accounted for." Sharon answered as he approached the table in the center of the room, where a large map that spanned the entire width of the table lay. The map seemed to be the blueprints of the ramparts of the castle, Honor's Watch, giving a hand written aerial view-illustration of the top of the castle. "Thanks to the help of Greymoon, I was able to requisition an old blueprint of the design of the castle that we are about to infiltrate." Sharon explained as he stopped next to the table. "Unfortunately, this is not an up-to-date version, and there may be slight modifications in the actual fortifications." Sharon motioned through the window, down at Honor's Watch which rested on its reef by the end of the harbor, looking quite peaceful and serene under moonlight. "Fran, is everything set?" The High Elf then asked, his attention turning to Fran who was standing with the rest of the crowd that had gathered in the living room. "Aye! We've got a mob of more than 100 well soaked, strong lads back at the alehouse, none of whom hold any great love for the bloody lillies. Soon we'll rally them, and then we'll trash their stupid offices in the Cathedral District!" Nodding, Sharon turned to look at the rest of the group as he pointed with an arm to Fran. "Indeed. As you may have heard, the Red Vanguard will provide the distraction while we infiltrate the fort. With any lucky, it will draw both the attention and a lot of White Hand mercenaries away from Honor's Watch while we search for Kathlin Lennox." Sharon smiled, the High Elf looking genuinely excited for the mission. He had been cramped up in his office for too long, and the thought of finally being able to throw himself into harms way in what would hopefully be an action-filled rescue mission made his adventurer blood tingle. "As for the infiltration, we will launch a two-pronged entrance to the fort, divided into two groups, lead by,-" Sharon suddenly paused for a moment, noticing the absolutely vile look that he was receiving from Serphia, and quickly readjusted his words. " ... centered around me and Liaena. Group one will be me, the Night Elves, Khel and Alissah. This will be the group that approaches from the sea, using the side of the reef to climb to the lowermost section of the fortifications. But we need at least one light wielder in each group. Liaena, how do you intend to deploy the church's finest on this mission?" Sharon asked at the end with a slightly amused tone, as his eyes drifted towards Priest Gray and Apprentice Bella.

Serphia gained a small, satisifed smile as Sharon was soon to correct himself in his speech. The Night Elves had split out into a half circle around the table, although a lot of their eyes were focusing on the five newcomers, in particular the dwarf who was openly carrying a bag of explosives, and the much reserved figure of Alissah, both of whom received many suspicious glares. "Wait, Li is going to lead her own group?" Rithrynn suddenly asked, her eyes jumping quizzically between Sharon and Liaena. " ... does she even know how to climb?" " ... " "I mean, agility is not her strong suit!" Serphia gazed down at Rithrynn, the Captain standing next to the Sentinel, but made no visible effort to intrude on Rithrynn's sudden commentary. Instead, the Captain turned her attention towards the non-Night Elves in the room, giving them a narrow glare. "I believe that one of my warriors touches on a very important detail. How many in this room can actually scale those walls?" Serphia asked as she pointed out through the window, down at the harrowing sight of the steep, black stone walls on the side of the reef that Honor's Watch was situated on. It was quite obvious, even from kilometers away, that the sides of the reef were not suitable for first-grade climbers. Or second. Or third! Perhaps fourth-grade climbers could stand a chance, assuming they didn't mind a high probability of death by 'squish' caused by gravity. "If you were hoping that we will just open the front gate once inside, you are wrong."

Liaena gave Rithrynn a sidelong dark glare as the Night Elf butted in to discuss her wall-climbing expertise in front of the room full of observers. Coughing slightly to insert herself into the conversation as Serphia finished, she stepped forward to the table. “I won’t be climbing the wall. I’ll be going in by air, with….” Here Liaena turned slightly, to study askance the two she had brought with her. When choosing, it was a close run race between who she least wanted to associate herself with, who would actually be the most useful….and whose grief with her plan would provide the most schadenfreude “….Bella” “What!?” Bella protested in surprise. A quick glance around the table she was standing at clearly proved that everyone else standing there had already been selected by Sharon for Team A, with the sole exception of herself, Liam and Liaena. “I don’t want to go with you! I’ll go in with the Night Elves. Pick Liam” “You’re too fat for them to carry you, sorry” Liaena snapped back, before returning to looking around the room. “We’ll be creating a distraction inside the castle to draw people away from the side you lot will be getting in from. I’ll make sure that they’re all looking the other way” “Then I’ll be going in with the Night Elves” Liam observed, standing slightly away from the table at the window to look down at the castle below. Turning back to the group, his already pale skin had lightened even further to a milky grey, however he noticeably stiffened his back and his jaw as he looked up at Serphia. “I…may require some assistance with the climb, Ma’am” “Oh, they’ll carry you like a piece of luggage” Liaena observed, with the caustic tone of one who had been subjected to luggagedom on many, many occasions in the past. The girl rummaged in her satchel for a moment – provoking many knee-jerk manoeuvres from Night Elves who swung around to train weapons on her – to produce a large clear bottle full of some white opaque liquid that strongly resembled milk to place it on the table. “…..” “What’s that?” Serphia asked coldly after a pause, where no explanation was immediately forthcoming. “An antidote” “…You have those!?” “I have been known to bother on occasion, yes” Liaena remarked dryly to Rithrynn, as the one who had asked the incredulous question. The girl eyed the potion sitting on top of the table, before pointing a finger at it. “Everyone who is going in, needs to take some of that. I’m going to be using some stuff that’ll give the Hand some serious problems, and the last thing I need is you lot getting caught up in it too. Is that clear?”

"The cliff-sides will not be an obstacle." Alissah commented dryly as she observed them from the corner of the room. Smokey, who was the one standing the closest to the enigmatic women, jerked on his shoulder before producing an odd wooden contraption featuring two pedal like levers on each side. "If ye would but carry a rope up with ye, it won't be an issue for me either." Smokey commented with a large smile as he held the contraption and a bundle of rope up to the stoic Alissah. "Of all here, I've probably got the biggest load to carry." The woman merely stared down at the rugged dwarf in return, her grey eyes narrowing as she observed the dwarf. Not receiving any answers, Smokey raised an arm. "Come on, lass; it's no big deal! I had better teamplayers in my last outfit, and they were all idiots!" Smokey began to complain, the dwarf raising the volume of his voice! Simply continuing to stare back at him for a moment, Alissah eventually extended a hand out from her coat to accept the rope. "Very well, dwarf... " Having observed the quarreling duo that was supposed to be his hired aide resolve their conflict on their own, Sharon returned his attention to Liaena and the Sentinels. Perhaps the first thing he noticed was the absolute suspicion that penetrated the eyes of the Night Elves as they stared down at the antitode that had been produced by Liaena as if it had been poison! Deciding to step in before any exaggerated accusations of conspiracy or trickery could be levied against Liaena by the zealous elves, Sharon picked up the bottle for all the Night Elves to see as he turned to Serphia. "Once we leave for the castle, I will take the first sip. Do not worry, the contents are entirely safe." Sharon assured the Night Elves, hosting his best smile while hoping that his confidence in Liaena would rub off on the Night Elves. "Then we each have our purpose. Liaena will take Bella with her through her airborne entry, while I will accompany Serphia's elves, Liam and our mercs on the climb." Sharon explained to the rest of the group, before turning to look back at Serphia. "I am no seasoned climber I'm afraid. But I can shrink myself down and accompany you that way." Sharon proposed, albeit a little bit hesitantly. Perhaps when it came to the risks of shrinking oneself around Night Elves, no one knew it better than Sharon; thanks in no small part to Rithrynn. He doubted he'd get Serphia to carry both a full sized Liam and Sharon, with all his fancy armor and gear. However, it was a compromise that he was willing to make. "What's the worst that could happne?"

Serphia had folded her arms as Sharon had rallied to defend Liaena's potion. Truly, it made her nothing but skeptical whenever the devious little monkey produced anything from her insidious satchel. Even if the human's intentions had been completely noble, she still wouldn't blindly trust the girl. Granted, the High Elf's willingness to sacrifice himself in case the potion was a fluke or had any unforeseen side effects was enough for her to accept it. After all, if the potion should somehow lead to a spontaneous internal combustion with the imbiber, it would just be Sharon, and not one of her Night Elves that burst into flames. However, the High Elf's last suggestion of shrinking himself when coming along with them made Serphia suddenly raise an eyebrow in surprise at Sharon. "That would make it more practical, Quel'Dorei... " Serphia spoke with a more softer tone, looking down at the High Elf on the other end of the table with a more approving look. Indeed, having to drag the High Elf alongside his armor up the cliff side of the wet reef would be a task that she would very well prefer to avoid. Rithrynn on the other hand, who had been standing next to Serphia, reacted immediately by spinning around the table to lean over Sharon on the opposite side of Liaena! "Don't worry, Shaw! I'll take great care of you during the mission!" Rithrynn beamed down on him with a humongous smile, placing her hands around his shoulder. A couple of whispers and some low snickering emanated from the Night Elves in the room as they watched Rithrynn cling to Sharon, with what seemed like great amusement. Of the members from Rithrynn's warband, Serphia seemed to be the only one retaining a blank, yet slightly fuddled expression. The Captain's eyes shifted from Rithrynn, to Sharon, over to Liaena and back again to Rithrynn, as if she was genuinely unsure whether or not to exercise her indiscriminate authority, or simply not care at all.