"You have to admit that it was kind of cool!" Rithrynn argued in her defense to the little High Elf positioned on her Captain's shoulders, extending her arms towards him in a gesture.

"Who tha hell threw that bucket'o bloody paint?!"

Silence immediately fell upon the crowd when the dwarf loudly announced his question. Rithrynn's head, which had been initially focused on Sharon, snapped around to look at the dwarf who looked like some poor attempt to appear as a ghost, being completely white almost from head to toe! Although he had succeeded in gaining the attention of every Night Elf on the platform, no one said a word.

The most noteworthy amount of feedback the dwarf ever succeeded in gaining was a faint snicker coming from somewhere in the back of ranks of the Night Elves, his appearance clearly having inspired a level of restrained bemusement by the elves!

Rithrynn and Serphia exchanged looks, before both of them suddenly gave Sharon a hard 'don't tell' look!

"This is a stealth mission! Keep your voice down, dwarf!" Finally came some words from Serphia's mouth as the Captain looked down at Smokey, clearly determined to derail the entire conversation. Or, depending on your perspective, put it back on its original track!
"We have a castle to infiltrate! Let us not wait around until the monkeys inside manage to discover us! Come!"

And with that, the Night Elves, lead by Serphia, and closely followed by every other non-Night Elf in the party, began to make their way up through the precarious wooden scaffolding that was the only thing keeping them from entering a free fall from the walls of the castle and down the steep reef side!

Fortunately, both of the Night Elves and perhaps for anyone else, there were no other workers visible on this side of the castle short of the Gnome Rithrynn had turned airborne.

Arriving at an upper section of the scaffolding where a wooden ramp lead up onto the outer battlements of the castle, Serphia motioned for the rest of the group to halt behind her as they stood hidden between the wooden structure and canvas of the scaffolding.

"We are about to enter the fort." Serphia said as she crouched down, her face turning to look down at the little elf on her shoulder.
"Where do you think that little human damsel of yours is?"