[i][color=f6989d]Rae'liel[/color][/i] - [u]A Gluteus Maximus Problem[/u]

Having been handed a potion, the newly stripped Paladin glared distrustfully for a moment at the Night Elven Captain. Balancing the vial in her hands, the burning sensation about her waist from the agonizing wounds that had been dealt only added further to the desperation of the situation.

[color=f6989d]"I swear, Night-Elf. If this is some kind of trickster poison..."[/color]

Popping the cork off, the Sin'dorei brought the vial to her lips and downed the entire liquid swiftly. Upon finishing, she sputtered briefly at the bitter taste. Wiping her lips with an arm as her usual elegance had long faded in the presence of numerous wounds and now incredibly painful burns, she could feel the pain fading.

[color=f6989d]"..."[/color]

Not even offering a word of thanks, Serphia quickly changed the conversation to one of worriment about where Sharon had disappeared to. He was certainly missing, though where he had gone off to was a greater concern. Once she [i]discerned[/i] where the poor shrunken Magi was, the Blood Elf actually hurriedly sprung to her feet. Even though she herself wasn't necessarily in the most appropriate garb for the moment, as most of it had been CUT OFF BY THE NIGHT ELF.

[color=f6989d]"It isn't my fault! It's clearly yours for not having the coordination to land on your feet! I thought that Night Elves were supposed to have some [i]feline[/i] grace! It doesn't matter, get him out of there before he suffocates and let'e s escape!"[/color]