As he entered through the front door, the first thing Sharon noticed was how the doors seemed brand new. No doubt it was part of the ever so efficient Frederick who had managed to get the old, broken ones replaced since they had left in the morning. The new doors looked significantly more sturdy, and Sharon noticed the delicate metallic patterns on the door might just as well serve as extra barricade as they were decorations.

"Master Daerin'Lei has been away on private errands. Discretion is the,-"

"I can handle it from here."

Sharon interrupted Frederick, and the human butler looked over to the High Elf before nodding in acknowledge. The High Elf turned to Marshall, before motioning towards the group behind him.

"We have been out chasing evils in the City. Greymoon, would you come over here?" Sharon said, motioning for Lord Greymoon to step over to him. The noble approached, holding up the satchel that he had carried from the sewer. Pulling it open, Sharon reached his arm down into it to retrieve the shaft of a dark wood, twisted staff. It was part of what had once been the black mage, Sevarian's staff. Sharon held it up so that Marshall could see it clearly.

"Taken from a dark mage we encountered in our search. We found it alongside an assortment of unholy books, scripts and relics." Sharon explained, motioning towards the satchel that Lord Greymoon was holding. 

"Our problems extend far beyond simple licentious behavior, holy father." Greymoon stated, throwing a glance over the half naked Night Elves that stood in salutation to their Captain. The noble quirked his brow a little, before peering over to Sharon.
"I can see the place has not undergone much change since I last visited you, heh."