[i]“If you want acid, I could fix that for you…”[/i]

Liaena walked closely behind Serphia and Sharon, taking two steps for every one of the Night Elf’s and watching Serphia like a hawk. Rithrynn’s presence, she hardly paid attention to, so intent was she upon the captain. 

Approaching the building, the curtains that were in use as a makeshift door were pinned firmly together across the threshold. Raised, angry voices could quite clearly be heard behind them. As they walked towards the curtains, Liaena suddenly went pale and stopped, knocking into Rithrynn. “Oh [i]no[/i]”

“HOW DARE YOU INSULT ELUNE THE MIGHTY, PITIFUL HUMAN SCUM!”

“I DON’T TAKE ORDERS FROM LOWLY CREATURES LIKE YOU!”

“YOU DISGRACE THE LIGHT AND EVERYTHING IT STANDS FOR, YOU FALLEN, HEATHEN, WRETCHES!”

Pushing the curtain aside, Sharon and Serphia walked straight into the main hall, and into bedlam. The structure of the hall was in fact entirely intact, with the only damage to the permanent fittings being the cracks in the plaster where Serphia had hammered Liaena into the wall two days ago. The floor however, was completely coated in items of discarded clothing and armour, empty bottles, and snoring Night Elves. There were only two of the latter, one slumped in the corner and one in an armchair that had since been tipped over onto its side, the only thing holding her into it was that her bum was so crammed into the small chair that it had stuck fast and held her there, as she snored and drooled peacefully. 

The pair were sleeping peacefully, despite the raging battle that was taking place in the middle of the room. A table, looking to have once held a light lunch was overturned onto its side, crockery, plates and food having been spilt all over the floor. Two more Night Elves were standing over it, screaming furiously down at one Father Marshall, as he brandished his old knobbled staff and roared back at the top of his lungs. One of the Night Elves was wearing absolutely nothing except a thong, and a cropped human-sized shirt that was tied around her chest and threatening to burst off any second. The other one was wearing exactly the same thing, except without the shirt. 

“COVER YOURSELF, YOU SINNER, AND REPENT! OR BE REJECTED FROM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD FOR ETERNITY!!”
“DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE WHAT YOUR FAKE GOD THINKS!?!”

“Ohhh, good afternoon and welcome back Master Sharon!” Frederick said cheerfully as he appeared out of nowhere. ‘Frayed’ was the best word that could be used to describe the butler, as despite the ever present smile and perfect decorum, the man was looking noticeably careworn as he smiled and bowed, first to Sharon, then to Serphia. “It is good to have you back, Master Sharon, Lady Dei. And I do apologise for the mess, Master Sharon. I gather Father Marshall asked your guests to put some clothes on”

“….Mistress!?”

“Mistress!!”

Heads whipping around at Fredericks words, the two Night Elves turned immediately away from Marshall, to step forward and salute the Captain. One of the two tried to subtly drag the snoring Night Elf up from the chair at she did so, but rapidly abandoned the attempt to let her slump back down again. “Wel…welcome back! We were expecting you!”

“Dal’Dieb! WHAT, is the meaning of this!?” Marshall stormed forward, up to Sharon to glower at him from under his eyebrows as Liaena hesitantly stepped through the curtains behind them. Glancing around, she caught sight of Marshall’s assistant, wisely lurking well out of the line of the fire in one of the doorways. The two girls exchanged a brief look, before Kathlin retreated down the corridor away from the scene of the crime. “How am I supposed to give you guidance in whatever it is you are doing, if you keep these wretched creatures in your mansion as your own personal Harem? If you truly seek the Lights blessing, you should….[b]YOU[/b]!”

There followed a long pause, wherein Marshall gave Liaena the most black, scorching glare one could expect from the old, white haired man. The girl eyed him back with a gaze that was perfectly schooled to be expressionless. “….You are an insolent brat, with little right to scrub the steps of the cathedral, much less kneel before its holy altar. If I had my way you’d be packing your bags this evening, never to return”

“So you have mentioned” Liaena remarked flatly. “Once. Or twice.”

“Hrrmmmph. Anyway, Dal’dieb” Marshall switched rapidly back to Sharon to scowl at him grumpily. “Where have you been all afternoon? You never mentioned you were leaving”