“That [i]is[/i] important” Thea said sharply. Raising a pacifying hand, the priestess faced down Serphia’s glare, who was looking none too pleased at being interrupted. “Apologies Keldorei, but that detail decides whether you are a criminal in this city, or a hero”

“Well [i]technically[/i] she’s still a criminal either way…vigilantism is unsanctioned under….” Kathlin started to mumble, before very promptly shutting up as Thea glanced casually her way. “Sorry Priestess”

“The finesse of your raid not withstanding; the news that you and your kin have disturbed a coven of dark magic users is something the city needs to hear” Thea continued on as if nobody had spoken. The paladin, Damon’s expression was a study. Originally showing all mixtures of slowly simmering rage as Serphia told her typically flamboyant tale, it had shifted to an expression of mixed confusion and slowly dawning horror as his eyes shifted between Thea and Serphia. “As it is, the White Hand have already taken their own spin on the story….it does not paint the attacker in the light I suspect you would approve of” 

At this point, Thea held out the copy of the newspaper briskly to Rithrynn, who was lingering next to Serphia nervously. “I requested a meeting with you here, because it is essential that you make your own version of events known immediately if you expect this city to view you as anything other than the villain. I can offer the Church’s backing, if you are happy to accept my assistance – and advice”

“Wouldn’t bet on it” Liaena muttered audibly into the room. Receiving a cold look from Priestess Thea, the girl shrugged to glance at Serphia – who looked….surprisingly happy. 

“…..”

“Are you feeling well, Mistress?”

Rithrynn enquired into the silence as she looked up at Serphia, who appeared entirely vacant. How much she had heard of Thea’s speech was entirely up for debate, as she seemed to be off in her own little dreamland. A dreamland that looked…surprisingly familiar. 

“Someone’s acting up” Liaena commented, also giving the elf an odd look. The girl ran through the people she knew for a fact were currently located in Serphia’s rear end – Falere, at least one additional Night Elf….and there was also the little matter of her missing boyfriend, last seen shrunken and with Serphia, current whereabouts – probably known. 

“…hey Kitty, got any pliers?”

“No. I have tweezers?” 

“They’ll probably do. Just remember to sterilise them afterwards” Liaena said as she accepted the tweezers, to take a purposeful step towards Serphia. Thea gave her an odd look. 

“After what, Apprentice Rune?”

“Ehh, you’ll see. This’ll probably make her a lot grumpier, so sorry” Liaena remarked as she readied the tweezers, not sounding terribly sorry at all. “Unless it’s one elf in particular, in which case you’re in luck”