“I will not question the judgement of my allies, so long as they work”

“I’m not sure judgement comes into it, but they usually do” Kathlin responded as she eyed the struggling heap of bodies. Stepping slightly closer, she reached down to tap a human arm that was sticking out of the mess gently. “Are you all right dear?”

“Auuugh…of…course. Never better!” Liam gasped from somewhere inside the Night Elf heap. There was a slight shifting of the pile as one of the booted feet emerging twisted into a new position. “…I definitely haven’t broken my back. I think”

“Would you [b]GET OFF[/b]! Before you crush the prisoner!” the very annoyed tone of Liaena emanated from the centre of the pile. Unlike the more lanky Liam, the little girl was only revealed to the world when Aleena finally staggered to her feet, curled into a ball to protect the arch-mage who had narrowly avoided being flattened to a pancake…or disappearing up the bum of a Night Elf. “Jeez…I thought you lot were supposed to be graceful”

“How did you get that cut, Ma’am?” Kathlin chimed in at this point, tapping Aleena lightly on the lower arm as she spoke – being unable to reach her shoulder. The girl was peering up at the Night Elf as she spoke, at the cut left behind by Sherpa’s runeblade. “You should get that looked at. It looks infected”

“Should we be worried about the soldiers down here?” Liam muttered as he struggled to his feet. Liaena glanced at him briefly. 

“No. Let the Night Elves handle it. It’s what they’re here for”

“….Yes, that’s why I’m worried about them” 

“Could you uh, please crouch down a bit Ma’am? It’ll only take a moment” Kathlin was continuing to try and stall Aleena from heading into the middle of the docks for some much needed ass-kicking. The other Night Elves were busy chasing down the remaining White Hand by this point, leaving the four humans (plus one miniature) and Aleena being the only ones lingering by the elevator. 

Liaena turned away at this point, to stare out over the docks. “So. I want a ship”

“Of course you do” Liam muttered as he trailed along behind, the girl stalking along with an air of purpose. “Do you know how to sail one?”

“More or less” Liaena responded dismissively. Liam eyed her with a look of deep mistrust at that one, before glancing back at Aleena. 
“Do [i]they[/i] know how to sail?”

“….Maybe?”

“…..”

“Uh…Ma’am?” Liam turned to call over to Rithrynn, as she blitzed through the terrified dockhands that were scattered around the area, some having only just picked up crude weapons with which to defend themselves. “We…may need someone with seafaring experience. Could you…requisition one?”