Rithrynn's willingness to put her butt between him and danger came hardly as a surprise to the High Elf. What did surprise him however was how lenient Liaena appeared to be towards Rithrynn about it. 

"Was there anything else, or do we get moving now?”

"None." Sharon replied, looking a little distant as the High Elf mentally counted through all the things he had scheduled for the meeting.

[i]"If there was one thing I had forgotten by now, I probably won't remember it anyway!"[/i]

But as Liaena and Bella left the entrance to the living room to walk out into the corridor, Alissah had suddenly began to follow them; quickly slipping out of the living room behind them. In fact, unless one had kept an eye on her the entire time, her movement through the room had been almost entirely unnoticable.

"There is one thing." Alissah sounded as she catched up with Bella and Liaena in the corridor.

Reaching a hand into her coat, she produced what seemed like a small, bronze tipped glass dart containing a white, slightly shimmering liquid that emanated a faint and yellow light. Holding it in the palm of her leather glove, she held it up Liaena.

"I noticed the dart gun of yours, and I believe you can make use of this." She spoke in a quiet tone, her calm demeanor only broken by the intense stare from her eyes.
"This dart contains a sample of holy water from a font in the Monestary of Tirisfal, its container blessed by one of the High Clerics of the Scarlet Crusade, and the needle is made out of almost complete pure trusilver metal." 

Alissah explained, taking a brief pause.

"It may be unconventional, but can weaken or outright destroy even the mightiest creations of darkness, be it demon or undead. Consider it a gift from one marked to another."

Back in the living room, Sharon had uncorked the antitode from Liaena. He was currently staring down at the top of the bottle, as if a sense of doubt and hesitation had gripped him. All around him were the big, silver eyes of the Night Elves looking down at him with utmost curiosity, to see what disasterous thing could happen to the High Elf.

Swallowing hard, Sharon raised the bottle.

"You only live once... " He muttered, taking a deep breath before closing his eyes and chugging down a solid sip! Slamming the bottle back down on the table, the first thing he noticed was how salty and acidic his mouth tasted, a vile sensation indeed. But beyond a slight groan from his stomach, he was still alive.

"See? Not so bad?" Sharon smiled to the rest of the Night Elves, praying that his confident words would not invite instant karma in the form of a spontaneous explosion on the spot! Handing the opaque antitode over to the nearest Night Elf, Sharon looked back at Rithrynn.

"I appreciate the support, Rithrynn." Sharon said, before his blue eyes drifted over to Serphia.
"But I think the leaders of the group must stay close together." 

Although part of him would prefer to stay with Rithrynn, he knew that fast and direct communication with Serphia was essential for the success of the group.

"Just... promise me you won't run off ahead into a danger zone like last time."