"We weren’t exactly subtle."

"We [b]did[/b] sorta blow up half the port. I don't think neither the denizens nor the White Hand are gonna forget that spectacle anytime soon." Rithrynn said with a smirk, the Night Elf seeming to be rather satisfied with the result. A good raid was always a pleasure, but this time she and her warband hadn't been raiding some boring, unimpotant Orcish encampment consisting of some primitive tents and a couple of wooden barricades, but a massive stone fortress located upon an imposing reef high over the sea!

[i]"It's a story to tell the rest our sisters back home!"[/i]

"You should stay here, and make sure your friends don’t wander off and trash the Cathedral. Besides, Thea’ll be down here in a bit, I expect Liam went to get her." 

"Don't worry!" Rithrynn smiled down at the little girl, ignoring the sounds of struggle that came from behind as back in the corridor, Aleena and Lithrielle were both locked in an armwrestling match on a scavenged table!
"At worst we'll only look around, maybe pay a tiny visit to storage. I hear they have [b]holy[/b] wine in this place. I never thought alcohol could be holy, but apparently you guys have found a way to do it!"

*CRASH!*

The sound of wood breaking could be heard back in the corridor as the table Aleena and Lithrielle sat with just broke as Aleena had won the wrestling match and slung Lithrielle into the floor! The victorious sentinel quickly rose to her feet, extending her arms into the air as she let out a triumphant cry to the rest of her sisters, most of whom cheered back!

"I win again! Guess you'll just have to make do with a shrinking potion, sis!

"And I think a victory like ours deserves a little celebration!" Rithrynn smirked as she looked down at Liaena.
"We just wrecked Sherpa's fort and got out without a single casualty! I bet we made him mad!"

*

"Go back to our base, I have something to deliver before I can truly return." Serphia called out to the rest of the war sabers, just before the large cats thundered off through the narrow streets of Stormwind to race back towards Sharon's mansion at the promise of food, milk and shelter! Though any citizen of Stormwind who would wake up and look out their window to see a small, rampaging horde of war-cats charging down the streets would probably get a small heart attack, it did not worry the Captain.

Serphia on the other hand, riding her own large, black sabertooth; which she had lovingly named 'Silafeen', or 'Riptooth' in Common; turned to ride down another alley as she instead headed towards the large spires of the Cathedral in the distance.

In front of her on her saddle, she was carrying her unconscious and wounded Blood Elven companion, Rae'liel. Before she could return to the mansion, she would have to drop the Blood Elf off at a doctor. And in Stormwind, the doctors with the best advertisement were the ones occupying the massive Cathedral at the center of the city, with spires stretching far up into the sky to be visible from almost every direction!

... they were also the only doctors she knew about in Stormwind!

Riding along the road by the canal and into the Cathedral district, the streets were mostly empty as it was still early morning. Only the occasional housewife traveling to gather water could be seen in the street, whom all promptly hurried to the side when they saw the rampaging Night Elf on her big, black and menacing sabercat!

Even though she did not trust ape medicine, she felt it would be sufficient to treat the Blood Elf. Serphia did not wish to bring the Blood Elf back to the mansion. The last thing she wanted was to be seen by the rest of her warriors with a wounded blood elf that she wasn't already strangling to death! But Rae'liel had risked everything in a valiant but foolhardy assault on Honor's Watch, buying her and her warriors time to get away unscathed. It was, if nothing else, a gesture that Serphia felt honorbound to return. To do anything less would be shameful, especially when a lowly creature such as a Blood Elf had done so much for her!

Flying through the alleyways and between the houses like a wind of chaos, Serphia would soon arrive at he empty Cathedral square and race up the front steps of the Cathedral.

Terrified screams erupted as two young apprentices lunged out of the way to avoid being ridden down by Serphia as she charged in through the front doors of the Cathedral on Riptooth! Riding through the small corridor and into the open nave, Serphia would ride between the great columns and up to the front of the alter where she would turn around on the sabercat, before the Night Elven Captain would call out loudly to the rest of the hall.

"Is there a humie physician in this temple?!"