“Hello…” Liam uttered monosyllabically, looking none too happy to be suddenly thrust into the spotlight courtesy of the unknown chevalier, who turned to his officer in response to Blastwits words. “Oh, Aye. We used to be classmates back in the day. Didn’t know he could survive outside of a library, hah”

“Hah. Hah.” The priest responded, looking as though he had just sucked a lemon. “…I didn’t know you worked here”

“Ah well. They were looking for men with a talent for strength and swordmanship, and I fitted the bill damn well” The chevalier responded cheerfully. From the way his armour shone, he evidently spent a inordinate amount of time buffing it or hadn’t been in the job very long. He also obviously had not met a Night Elf yet that night. “I’m amazed they put [i]you[/i] on emergency response though. Always thought you’d faint at the sight of blood”

“….”

“It seems a lot of security protocols have been neglected tonight. Maybe you ought to consider updating them to account for Night Elves” Liaena remarked as she gave the scowling battle mage a brief sidelong glance. To Blastwit, she gave a dazzling smile. “No offence, Captain. One of your men escorted us part way, but had some urgent business I gather. It’s been a difficult night”

“Luke? Hey, Luke? Quit your skiving and get back here!” 

One of the storage workers yelling towards the rear of the room drew Blastwits attention as he gave the man a scowl. “WHAT? What’s that!?”

“Is there a problem?” Liaena enquired quietly as she stepped forward. The man who had shouted gave a pile of empty boxes a baffled stare, before he turned to look at Liaena and Blastwit. “Luke…he just vanished. He must have wandered off”

“I’m not so sure”  Sathrielle muttered coldly as she took a step forward, mana gathering around her. Blastwit shot her a glance, before taking a huge breath for a roar, Liaena temporarily forgotten. “ALRIGHT! EVERYONE GET A PARTNER AND STICK TOGETHER! STAY IN THE LIGHT! CHECK ALL THE – egh!”

Sathrielle whipped around as the captains voice tailed off in a startled squeak, to see Liaena, looking entirely innocent and adorable with a hand that was now inside Blastwits cod-piece. In the hand was a silver dagger that was resting gently against the mans crotch, not quite forcefully enough to draw blood. 

“Li!” 
Kathlin cried out in a deeply disapproving tone as she shifted to move beside the smaller girl, maintaining the shield to protect them both as she watched Sathrielle closely. Liaena ignored her, to focus on Blastwit as she gently poked the tip of the blade through the mans clothing to draw a drop of blood. “Would you prefer to be a hero, or a man, John? Tell your men to stand down, and they’ll live”