Serphia raised a brow at the suicidal Blood Elf, studying her grime covered face with her silver eyes. But soon a grin formed around the Captain's mouth, meeting that of Rae'liel's own.

"That would have been too easy." Serphia answered as she reached down to pick up the tiny High Elf next to her, before placing him on her shoulder and reaching out towards Rae'liel.
"Besides, the one providing us with free food and drinks asked you be saved. I wouldn't want to do anything to sabotage our good arrangement."

Serphia explained as she motioned with her head towards the tiny High Elf, Sharon, who was now standing on her shoulder. Reaching out for Rae'liel, the Night Elf would pick the smaller Blood Elf up and hold her in her arms before standing back up on her feet.

"You can get a new set once we get out of here." Serphia mentioned as she looked at the remnants of Rae'liel's armor that lay on the ground.
"Right now we need to get out of here alive first!"

And with that, the Night Elven Captain, with Sharon on her shoulder and Rae'liel in her arms, continued her sprint up through the numerous and maze like set of corridors and hallways of the reef. She had little clear idea where she was actually going, which lead her to take some awkward decisions into dead ends and decorative rooms that forced her to turn back.

Finally however, she reached a familiar corridor; the one leading up to the spiral staircase to the barracks that they had used to enter the reef. But as she approached the stair room, she suddenly heard the clattering of feet as a small squad of White Hand mercenaries were heading down towards them. Without a second of hesitation, she swung into a corner behind a small statue. The chevaliers passed her, none of them turning to look behind to see the Captain. They were apparently in a hurry, perhaps to join the battle at the ritual chamber.

Waiting for them to turn a corner and disappear, Serphia emerged from the shadows of the statue to run up the stairs, passing through the barrack which was empty and out onto the battlements outside.

Perhaps the first thing she noticed as she passed out onto the battlements of the fort was a distinct smell of burning wood and scorched metal, and a couple of large, dark clouds rising from fires across the fort. A number of the battlements, towers and bastions also carried deep scars, with chunks of rocks having been blown away or collapsed in certain places. The entire castle did indeed look noticeably much worse for wear than it had done previously.

Serphia noted the devastation as she ran in the shadows of the battlements, passing through the smoke of remaining fires to stay concealed and dodging the occasional White Hand mercenary or castle steward that ran around in the courtyard and on the battlements.

"It almost looks like the Fourth Great War just started right here." Serphia commented while crouched in the corner of a hallway as she waited for two white hand mercenaries to pass her, as she glanced at one of the towers; part of which was charred black.
"It wouldn't surprise me if this was the work of that midget Rithrynn keeps dragging around."