Producing a small, green vial from a pouch at his waist; a shrinking serum given to him by Liaena a long time ago, the High Elf took a moment to simply gaze at the vial as he held it between two gloved fingers in front of him. It was a look of almost hesitance, as if some part of his brain was begging him to reconsider the decision. 

"Ehhh, luck to ye, laddie. And ladies." Fran commented as he looked to Sharon, and then to the Night Elves.
"They're expecting me back at the alehouse. I'll be leadin' the mob, after all! I've always been a good agitator! So... luck to tha mission, I'll see ye when it's over!"

Having started to feel many degrees less comfortable the moment the familiar face of Liaena had left the locale, Fran was quick to turn around and march towards the exit; slamming the door as he left the resort.

On the other side of the table, next to the crowd of Night Elves, Alissah had just finished taking a sip from the antitode. Her lips barely contracted as she swallowed the liquid, her face remaining stoic as she silently passed it over to Smokey. As the dwarf accepted the antitode and took a whiff, he quickly produced a small canteen from his belt. Uncorking it, a powerful alcoholic aroma spilled out into the air around him, hinting at the most-likely home made content of the dwarf's canteen. Pouring what remained of the antitode, which was at least what the almost dozen Night Elves had taken altogether, down into the canteen; Smokey turned the lid back, gave it a good shaking, and downed the entire canteen in one big swig!

Alissha, who had remained quiet as usual, gave a face of disgust to Smokey as the dwarf let out a belch so loud it could be heard all the way to the outside and by Bella and Liaena as they flew over the house!

[i]"There's no point delaying this!"[/i]

Sharon thought to himself, realizing that the rest of the room was getting ready to depart. Forcefully ignoring all sense and reason, he swigged down the contents of the small vial, which despite not tasting great; at least tasted far better than the antitode he had endured earlier.
Placing one hand on the table as he leaned towards it, Sharon quickly found the whole world growing rapidly around him. With the blink of an eye, he was lying at the edge of the table, not far away from Serphia's massive ass that was perched on it as well.

"You have a strange tactical sense." Alissah commented monotonously, her eyes looking down at the now tiny High Elf who was walking around on the table.

"Thank the light for that, or tonight's plan would not be possible." Sharon replied as he ventured towards Serphia's hand which the Captain had left on the table for him. Jumping up into her palm, Sharon turned to the rest of her warband.
"And please, before you leave; remember to lock the door. The keys are by the pegs at the entrance!"