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?”