"We have what we came for." Sharon said as he stood up again, peering at Lord Greymoon who was busy lowering a satchel of pillaged goods from the small arcaneum up above on the balcony. 
But as Greymoon lowered himself from the balcony, dropping down a meter or so of the remaining height, the older man approached Sharon with a concerned look on his face. The High Elf eventually noticed the expression on the noble's face, and turned to face Lord Greymoon as he walked up to him.

" ... what did you find?"

"I recognized the dead cultist." Greymoon said, with a pale look on his face. Sharon quirked his eyebrow at the revelation, peering more closely at Greymoon.

"You did? Was it a friend of yours?"

"No, he was a farmer under my protectorate. I remember him because he was one of the men-at-arms I sent with you on your journey. He was a crew of the Waverunner. He never returned, and I thought him for dead like the others."

"He was one of your men?"

Sharon looked surprised for a moment. Could this mean that some of Greymoon's own men had turned against him? Possibly driven by Sherpa's influence? It was not as much the cultist's own betrayal as the overall ramifications this could have for the rest of the Lord's men. If some of his men secretly worked for Sherpa, it could explain why the assassins had seemingly always been ahead of Greymoon's own guard.

"We will talk more of this more once we get back." Sharon concluded, his mind moving over to how they were going to get back. He doubted it would be smart to use the path through the Inn, as considering the mess they had made in the district, the city guard was probably swarming the place. And the last thing he needed was to be stuck in a long questioning by the guard.

Attempting to find their way through the sewers was a dangerous enough idea, not only because of the assassins, but because hardly anyone of the group even knew their way. Not to mention Sharon was tired, his group was injured. A portal seemed like a good idea. He didn't care if the assassins picked up and learnt where they went. They already knew that he lived in the Mage district, so it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Vashi, I am setting up a portal to the mage district. Will you give me a hand? I have a predetermined location already set up and ready to go." Sharon explained as he turned to Vashi, motioning for the Night Elf to come and help him.

Assisted by Vashi, Sharon began to conjure on a portal spell. 
Chanting in a low voice, Sharon closed his eyes and extended his silver staff. As he progressed through the spell, the air around him became still and immobile: Any wind in the room immediately died out, and a small humming sound emanated from the High Elf's staff as he focused.

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In a snow filled alleyway in the mage's district, a slight blue glimmer began to appear from beneath the layer of snow covering the ground. Above it, in the space above, the air began to become uneasy and disturbed, shifting around and blowing erratically, pushing away the snow on the ground beneath it to reveal a small, blue summoning circle etched into the cobblestone road. 

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As he progressed into the spell, the fabric of space was suddenly warped in front of the High Elf, creating a shimmering portal to an alleyway in the mage's district. Cold winter air suddenly flowed out from the portal and into the room, alongside a handful of snowflakes that drifted through the portal and melted on the moist surface of the sewer on their feet.

It seemed to be late day from the looks of it through the portal.
The cloudy sky had turned slightly darker, and a low haze filled the streets. The snow fall had increased, and it seemed to be brewing up to a small snow storm on the surface.

Sharon picked up a pig femur from the ground, before tossing through the portal. The animal bone flew straight through the portal, landing and burying itself halfway into the snow on the other side in the alleyway for all to see.

"Come, it will only stay open for two minutes." Sharon explained, before he motioned towards the portal and stepped through it, appearing on the other side in the alleyway.

As his boot landed in the snow and he walked out of the portal, out of the humid and foul sewer and into the open, clear and cold air of day, the High Elf looked around him. The fact that no crossbow bolts had come for him was a relief. Walking forward and out of the alleyway, he looked to his right, and could see the garden of his own house a few rows away from where he currently stood.

[i]"It's good to be home... " [/i]