Serphia cast a narrow glare across the room and at the humans, both normal and shrunk, as if the Captain was starting to suspect that she had not been summoned solely to share her boisterous tales or stories!

She shot a glance at Rithrynn, who in turn simply smiled whilst motioning towards the expectant Thea who was sitting in front of them. But at the same time, it was a moment that made Rithrynn secretly regret bringing Serphia to the room in the first place, and quickly turned her attention away from her Captain and towards the priestesses in the room as she took up a guard position next to Serphia. Thea, Kathlin and Paladin Damon seemed to be following Serphia's every move intently, while the Bella and Liaena seemed locked in some sort of staring contest between themselves, Liaena grinning and making faces at the little priestess in Thea's lap, while Bella glared and fumed at her in return!

"I certainly can," Serphia finally spoke, her dangerous look passing away from Rithrynn to instead focus on Thea. As the Captain prepared to speak, she cast a look around the room. She had initially planned to be seated while talking, yet the constant interruptions and shrunken priestesses that apparently were running around meant that it was probably better to remain standing

"It was a glorious raid. Though carried out at the behest of your underlings, as one of them had gotten themselves captured somehow... "

Serphia would then motion towards Kathlin, while resting her other hand against her hip.

" ... I took pity upon their desperate plight by answering their pleas the best way I knew how, and so I would be the main architect of the heroic assault, deciding on a multi-pronged attack on the petty fortress, one force approaching from the top, another from the bottom; to rendezvous in the middle. This 'White Hand', the defenders of the fortress, proved both weak and slow-minded, and were unable to deal with either the skill nor the speed of my warriors! We met them in battle and brought down even their mightiest champions, humiliating them in their own home! I made my escape through the top of the fortress, jumping from the highest walls, while my warriors easily defeated any resistance mounted by its weakling defenders at the bottom of the fort and made their escape! Though we were outnumbered and deep in enemy territory, we made our graceful escape, inflicting heavy punishment on the enemy without taking a single loss ourselves!"

The Captain would proudly present her story, standing even taller than usual as she spoke her tale to Priestess Thea and the others, much like a grand storyteller would speak to an admiring crowd, making use of multiple hand gestures and expressions as she talked!
Conveniently, there would be no mention of Liaena and Sharon's part in the mission, or the dwarf Smokey who did not make it out, or all the Blood Elves who had distracted the White Hand.

"Ehem... and we also found a secret enclave of dark mages hidden within the castle! They were connected with Kathlin's captivity, because they wanted to sacrifice her in some dark ritual or so and... yeah, we saved Kathlin from that too!" Rithrynn would suddenly intrude upon her Captain's storytelling, leaning forward and raising a hand as she looked towards Thea. Yet it was an intrusion that would not sit well with Serphia, as the Captain turned around and grabbed her by one of her long ears!

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking, Sentinel Syn'dial!"

"Ow-ow! I thought it was import,- aii! S-sorry, mistress!" Rithrynn would be quick to apologize, letting out a painful groan as Serphia eventually let go off her ear and turned back towards her 'audience'.

"Now... where was I?"

As the morning dawned on the harbor, throwing a strong, yellow light past the mighty reef holding the fortress of Honor's Watch and onto the sea of lesser houses and storages across the city coastline; five new ships would arrive into port.

There were three broad, lightly armed merchant ships, guided by two long and sleek frigates.

The two frigates leading the convoy were Joan and Justine, built for speed, equipped with both steam engine and the white sails and flags of the White Hand. At each side, they had a series of twenty long cannon barrels, specially designed for long range and precision fire, all meant to accommodate their impressive speed to make them into frighteningly effective skirmish ships.

As the convoy sailed into the harbor, the three merchant ships would break off and sail towards the common port, while the twin frigates of Justine and Joan would sail towards the fortress of Honor's Watch. As they approached the bottom of the reef, the heavy gates blocking the water entrance to the cove would be raised, the sound of the heavy machinery at work being audible all the way out into the harbor.

..............................................................................

Waiting inside the cove would be Sherpa, standing at the docks with his hands behind his back. At his side would be a Lieutenant of the White Hand, adorned in his white and silver chevalier armor.

He would watch as Justine and Joan sailed into the cove, noting the occasional scar and hole that the frigates had suffered, apparently from what looked like cannon fire. Though some of the docks had been damaged, Justine and Joan nonetheless found their moorings, with the frigate Joan docking next to where Sherpa stood. As the ships docked with the port inside the reef, loading ramps would be lowered as crewmen and chevaliers began to disembark, and assisted in unloading the ship's cargo.

Most of them paid little heed to the High Elf standing at the pier, simply noting the silver trimmed metal badge that hung on his black silk vestments, carrying the insignia of the White Hand. They were more interested in saluting or greeting the Lieutenant standing next to Sherpa.

Yet Sherpa's eyes would be looking for something else, scanning the railings on the frigate Justine, until he spotted a peculiar individual just embarking down alongside the loading ramp.

Walking down the loading ramp after the rest of the chevaliers would be a tall Draenei woman, standing at over seven feet in height and easily towering over the rest of the otherwise human crew.
She would be donned in much the same armor as that of the chevaliers of the White Hand, consisting of partial plate and a polished breastplate over a set of satin white, thin garments that formed a tunic running down into an open skirt and loincloth. A white, gold threaded sash was spun around her waist, whilst a thin, white cape hung from the back of her right shoulder and went down by her side, trimmed with silver thread and carrying a pattern consisting of five lines pierced by a V figure to indicate that she held a rank of Captain. And hanging on her back would be two sheathed sabers, their white leather sheats-criss crossing one another to form an x.

On her head, she wore a silver polished helmet with the figure of that of a swooping hawk, moving into a set of tall wings over her horns. In front of her face she wore a jeweled silver polished faceguard, leaving merely two deep, crystal turquoise eyes visible.

A pair of eyes that were quick to note Sherpa whom stood at the pier, watching her...

The Draenei would suddenly hurry her step. While most of the rest of rest of the crew took right and headed towards the nearby barrack, she would instead walk up to the High Elf whom stood at the pier, where she would tower over the shorter elf. Looking down at him from through her mask, she would nod.

"It is good to see you again, Master." She would speak, before turning to look around in the cove, her eyes falling upon the broken part of the dock.
"What happened here?"

Sherpa didn't speak say anything at first, merely eyeing the Draenei before smirking.

"We were attacked. It's a family matter." He would answer, tilting his head slightly.
"I'm glad to see you back, Malizia Shadow. Right on schedule, as usual."

"I'm sorry I could not have come sooner." The Draenei, named Malizia, would say with a disappointed tone. Moving a hand up to her faceguard, she would remove it, revealing a begrudged face where her crystaline eyes looked down onto the pier below them. The Draenei's skin was dark blue, almost a little purple, and at the bottom of her face were a series of small tendrils that ran down onto her upper chest.

"If I wanted you here any earlier, I would have said so." Sherpa would be quick to answer, before turning around and motioning for Malizia to follow him.
"You have been gone for two months, and much have happened in the meantime."

Sherpa, accompanied by Malizia, would walk alongside the pier.

"Where is the Grandmaster? I had thought he would be the first to greet us and inspect the ships himself." Malizia would ask, tossing a quizzical look towards the silent High Elf walking next to her.

"He's right with us." Sherpa would answer, only to receive a slightly confused stare from Malizia as the Draenei furrowed her eyebrows.

"In spirit only, I'm afraid."

The Draenei would suddenly turn around, only to see a faint, almost invisible figure behind her. What had at first seemed like an amorphous cloud of gas soon came to resemble that of Darkmaster Sevarian Hoster, returned to the world of the living as a shade.

"Grandmaster!" Malizia would exclaim, only to receive confused looks from the occasional nearby chevalier, for whom it looked as if Malizia was addressing thin air!

"I knew I would become like this for a long time." Sevarian would answer, his voice ragged and hollow as it echoed in Sherpa and Malizia's mind.
"I have left the role of Grandmaster of the White Hand behind. Mine will be a greater destiny than so. My ascension has been a long time in the making, and this change is merely one step on a long road that will soon be completed."

Malizia looked at the ghost of Sevarian, before quickly looking back at Sherpa.

"Did he... when did this happen?!"

"Today actually." Sherpa calmly remarked, moving a hand towards his chest to motion at a small, black obsidian stone medallion hanging around his neck to indicate the item he used as an anchor for Sevarian's spirit.
"The invaders even managed to defeat the Butcher."

Malizia simply stared at Sherpa for a moment, before gazing forward and muttering.

"He always was reckless."

"He was a wild beast that had to constantly be kept shackled." Sherpa replied with his usual, disaffected tone.
"His destruction was always a question of when, not if. He served his purpose, though I am slightly disappointed in how easily he was defeated."

"And these invaders? Who are... what happened to them?" Malizia would ask, her eyes returning to Sherpa.

"Night Elves, bribed by my dear old brother to attack this keep. His girlfriend has befriended a sentinel, which is probably how he got a hold of them."

"I have not heard of Night Elven mercenaries." Malizia would note, raising an eyebrow.

"They might not be mercenaries. Few mercenaries would willingly attack a fortress like this, especially in a high risk infiltration mission. We were even attacked by Blood Knights, a highly unusual combination. I do not know how my brother managed to get them to work together, assuming they did, but it seems he is finally starting to take our little rivarly seriously by gathering his contacts, both old and new."

"How do you intend to deal with them?" Malizia would ask, as Sherpa turned around to look up at her with a slight smirk. Reaching into his vest, he would grab the obsidian medallion and place it into the Draenei's palm.

"That is where you come in, my apprentice."

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"I need to get out of here."

Sharon thought to himself as he sat in his dark, damp prison; trapped as he was deep up Serphia's big butt! He had seen no sign of Falere during his stay in the Captain's rear, despite the fact that he had heard from Liaena that she was supposed to be up there as well! Something that could only mean that she was probably notably deeper than what he was.

Indeed, it would be best to find an exit before he could potentially end up meeting her! Being the boyfriend of the girl who put her there, Sharon doubted Falere would show any kindness to him!

"Apprentice Rune!"

That was when, however, the moment he heard the muffled voice of Thea from the outside. Although he did not recognize the voice, he did remember the name!

"Is Liaena here? This might be my chance! I need her to notice me. I need to give her... a sign!"

Sharon remained still for a moment, contemplating his choices, before the idea fell upon him! Suddenly, Sharon would begin to wriggle frantically around in the depths of Serphia's butt, performing a wide array of acrobatic movements in hopes of distracting Serphia enough for Liaena to notice!

... hopefully before Serphia herself got too excited.

“That is 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 technically 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”

At that point, a smile had formed on Serphia's lips, as the Captain had closed her eyes; seemingly oblivious to Thea's critical speech.

The Night Elven woman who had previously been on the edge of fuming with rage over the insults now almost stood swaying on her toes like a happy; albeit oversized teenager; as a surge of activity had suddenly erupted within her butt during the conversation!

" ... mistress?" Rithrynn repeated, now as Liaena closed in with a pair of tweezers ready in her hand. Furrowing a brow, Rithrynn would inch slightly closer to the Captain, whispering up into the back of her ear from behind her.
"Sharon,- I mean, the High Elf Mage... he's not in your butt, mistress, is he... ?"

Rithrynn asked in a low, almost inaudible voice as the Sentinel threw a worried look down at Serphia's wide butt.

"Mhmm.. doing quite a good job, too." Serphia would mutter with a smile on her face, arching her back and puffing up her chest as she helped the fighting High Elf a little further up into her welcoming butt.

"Ehm, we need him out... please, mistress!"

Serphia would finally open a silvery eye and glance down at the pleading Rithrynn next to her.

"Just a moment more... and a private room."

"Please, mistress, before he's beyond recovery!"

Serphia would let out a sigh, finding it difficult to enjoy the desperate wriggling of the High Elf trapped in her big butt what with all the constant interruptions around her. Suddenly grabbing the tweezer from Liaena with a lightning fast hand movement, she'd hold it up as she looked down at Rithrynn and Liaena.

"Alright, if you can find me a good replacement!" She'd answer with a wicked smirk, resting her hands against her hips while looking at them expectantly.

"Hai guys!"

Suddenly sounded the cheerful, if however sloven voice of Aleena as the Sentinel just stepped into the room, her stolen Runeblade strapped to her back and with the rotten, human head of the Death Knight hanging from her waist. Behind her, Lithrielle would be following half-unconscious, carelessly clinging on to her newfound lovemate in the form of Aleena's chest.

Noticing Thea and Paladin Daemon, Aleena would raise her hand in a greeting.

"Hi there too, humie. Were you talking about the raid? I got so much wild loot from it!" Aleena would proudly announce with Lithrielle clinging on to her, unsheathing her Runeblade and presenting it to Thea as the Sentinel ran her fingers across the cursed blade.
"I mean, look at the craftsmanship on this thing. No offense, but this must be miles beyond mere monkey labor! Probably dwarven, if it hadn't been for the fact you can actually wield it!"

" ... and it's red, my favorite color! I mean, what are the odds?!"

“……”

“And it’s red, my favourite colour! I mean, what are the odds!?”

“…..”

“….You should not carry that around” Thea said finally. Damon had cursed loudly the moment the sentinel held up the blade and recoiled, his hand now firmly grasping the hilt of his own sword in its sheath. The priestess took half a step towards the Night Elf, now holding up a placating hand. “Please, let me take that”

“Give me those back” Liaena snapped up at the big Night Elf as Serphia held the tweezers maddeningly out of reach with a smirk. Initially glaring up at her, the girl’s eyes moved over the occupants of the room to settle on Rithrynn as Liaena chewed over her ultimatum. “Sure! Sure, I’ll get you a replacement. Just let me get out Sharon first”

“No chance! Go and get your own one, human!”

“It is not wise, or healthy, to carry that thing, Keldorei” Thea said firmly as she held a hand out for the blade. “…Am I to assume its previous owner is dead?”

“Well, duh”

“I see….that may not help” Thea muttered to herself, before switching her attention back to Aleena rapidly. “Those blades are seeped in evil, Keldorei. There are records of a runeblade having an intelligence of its own. There are also case studies of where a Death Knight has been slain; its sword trying to influence and contaminate its next wielder, into bonding with the blade themselves”

There was a pause where Thea looked around the room. The priestess appeared to be trying to find anything positive to say about the Night Elf psyche. “Given the…strong will…of your kin, I would imagine time would be required to have any influence on you. All the same, you should not carry it around. Please put it down”

"NO WAY!" Aleena exclaimed defiantly at Thea's plea, holding the sword protectively within her own arms as if afraid the older human would suddenly snap at her and try to steal it! This action, however, did little to impress Thea, nor absolve Damon's ire directed at her.

"Awww, Ali is just very sensitive about her trophies. They mean a lot to her! You should have seen her collection back home!" Lithrielle would mumble as she hung around Aleena, now suddenly turned to peer past her object of affection and towards Thea with a love drunk smile.
"Maybe, if you were to give her something in return, something she could hang on her wall instead! A trade!"

...

"Hmmm... " On the other side of the room, Serphia was looking down at Liaena whom was nodding enthusiastically at the deal, and then over to Rithrynn who was currently busy watching the standoff between Aleena and Lithrielle versus Thea and Daemon.
"Very well, I'll trust your word."

Rithrynn, who had been looking the other way, suddenly twitched with one ear as she turned around to look at Liaena and Serphia, noticing the atmosphere of agreement between the, on the one hand; very short, and on the other; very large woman.

"Uh, they're a little busy here. Maybe we should find another room?" Rithrynn proposed, tossing a quick glance towards the standoff currently going on in the room.

"Indeed, I wouldn't want to disturb them." Serphia said with an amused smirk as she gazed over to Thea and Aleena, all the while twiddling the stolen tweezers in one hand. As Rithrynn walked out the room, Serphia would give Liaena a slight shove in the back with her palm before they walked out, seemingly unnoticed by the two other arguing pairs in the room. Walking out into the cold stone corridor, they would quickly turn around once more, to enter the room next door to their previous chamber.

Once they were inside, Serphia would close the door behind them, before walking into the center of the room when she would suddenly stop. Turning around, she would hold the tweezers up to Liaena and Rithrynn.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Serphia spoke, eyeing the two. Rithrynn, realizing that Liaena was too short to reach it, would step forward and grab the tweezers from the Captain's hand, nodding quietly and avoiding eye contact.

With a smirk, Serphia would turn around and strut across the room and over to a solitary bed. The large Night Elf warrior would move herself onto the clearly undersized human bed, which was usually used by small priestesses and apprentices whom could not hold as much as a candle to neither Serphia's height nor proportions! As the bed creaked dangerously below her, Serphia would move down on all four, resting on her knees and elbows; her face low, back arched, and ass held high!

"I'm waiting... " Serphia would then say while swaying her wide butt, a dangerous tone filling her voice!

"Oh, right; we'll get to it, mistress!" Rithrynn said as she looked at her Captain's big butt, which in their view consisted of two well trained thighs running up into two fat, bubbly buttocks; the only cloth being a simple, dark silk loincloth hanging down between said buttocks; seemingly threatened to be devoured by them at any moment!

Pausing, Rithrynn would suddenly turn and hand Liaena the tweezers.

"Eh, you do it!" She'd whisper to Liaena, gently pushing her towards Serphia's rear.
"He's your boyfriend, after all!"

*

Back in the chamber, Lithrielle would now be leaning on Aleena who in turn would be glaring down at Thea.

"Awww, I saw some really cool, big book back up in the great hall with some ornate frame, and a lot of other cool artifacts in the surrounding rooms. Why not give one of them to Ali, and I'm sure she'd be happy to give you the blade." Lithrielle would speak with a very cheerful tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere between a very suspicious Aleena and annoyed Thea.

"Hrmm... if it was a good one." Aleena would mutter while still hugging the runeblade close to her chest.

"And I do believe you when you say there's no health benefits to keeping that sword." Lithrielle would speak, this time to Thea whom she cast a lovable smile while hanging from Aleena, before motioning towards the rotting, severed head of the Death Knight hanging at Aleena's hip.
"The previous owner is a testament to that!"

“Gee, thanks” Liaena muttered as she wrinkled her nose, before a step closer to Serphia’s ridiculously sized butt as she readied her tweezers.

“….”

“Why does she even bother with that loincloth?”

Realising belatedly that Serphia’s position was undoubtedly an extremely limited-time-only offer, the girl pushed aside the string that was failing to provide even a mockery of modesty and started to probe inside. Prioritising depth and speed over care and attention provoked an irritated growl from Serphia. “Watch what you’re doing, Ape!”

“She’s very sorry, Mistress!”

Liaena’s efforts were rewarded as the ends of the tweezers came into contact with a small wriggling thing that was definitely not just mushy flesh. Yanking it out into the light, Falere gasped for breath, before gathering her lungs into a roar of rage as she blinked her vision clear to look up at her rescuer. “YOU—“

“Nope” Liaena muttered as she thrust Falere straight back into Serphia’s ass, a move that provoked a gasp from the Sentinel. Changing her direction and angle this time, the girl poked about to eventually find another small form, pulling it out in one swift moment.

“You surprise me sometimes, human…” Serphia muttered, sounding somewhat placated despite the abuse done to her rear end. The reason for that was probably related to the rage Falere was experiencing at that point, Liaena surmised as she smiled down at the little elf she now held in her palm. “Hi Sharon”

*

“You should listen to the priestess, you foolish girl”
Damon rumbled dangerously, glowering at Aleena who glared defiantly back. “Don’t call me stupid, dumbass monkey”

“You are meddling in matters you don’t understand. Drop that cursed weapon!”

“Make me!”

“This is not productive”
Thea snapped. Damon shot her an impatient glance, before returning to studying Aleena angrily. “They are disrespectful hooligans, Priestess”

“Hey!” Aleena said furiously. Lithrielle, who was still hanging from Aleena, glanced between the two with a giggle.
“Now you’ve gone and done it. Dawww”

“...Listen to me, Keldorei. That sword is proof that you have slain a Death Knight – not a mean feat, I might add” Thea said in a placatory tone. Damon opened his mouth , received a very, very cold look, and shut it again. “If you were to allow me to show this to the city, you and your kin would be lauded as heroes for the service you have done us”

“There might even be a reward. You could request something shiny” Kathlin chipped in from behind Thea. The priestess considered this for a moment, before an obvious ‘sure, whatever’ look came over her face as she nodded her head at Aleena. “Yes. That.”

During the 'search and rescue' mission, primarily done by Liaena... or rather, done entirely by Liaena, Rithrynn would be hovering behind the human girl, staring with intrigue over her shoulder as she worked on Serphia's big butt, all the while resisting any childish temptetion to either push or shove the little girl while her head was almost between the Captain's buttocks.

During the quick meeting with the old ex-Lieutenant Falere as Liaena pulled her from the depths of Serphia's ass, Rithrynn would grin wickedly down towards the tiny Falere, waving her hand in a 'goodbye' motion just before Liaena promptly sent the tiny elf straight back from whence she came! The resulting moan from Serphia could suggest that it would also be very deep!

It would not be until Lieana finally recovered a very familiar High Elf that Rithrynn leaned forward to beam down at Sharon!

"You found him, Li!" She'd exclaim to Liaena, looking over the small girl and down at the tiny High Elf in her hand."
"Hi, Shaw! I see mistress managed to keep you safe and sound! How was the company in there?"

Rithrynn said with a great smile, just before a faint, almost inaudible scream of rage seemed to emanate from Serphia's raised butt next to her head, accompanied by a deep moan from Serphia as the Captain arched her back further and tensed her buttocks. Rithrynn gave said buttocks a quick, odd glance, before turning back to beam down at Sharon.

"Sounds like they're having fun without you, the-heh!"

*

"Hrmmmm... " Aleena emitted, seemingly thinking over the offer while throwing the rest of the humans in the room a suspicious glare at best, all the while Lithrielle was clinging to her like a weight.

"Well, sure... alright." Aleena finally said, holding the Runeblade horizontally as she finally approached Thea. But before she would ever extend the Runeblade to her, she would stop, pause, and give Priestess Thea a look of warning.

"But make sure that the people know that it was Aleena Lin'Defail, Sentinel and Swordmaster to Captain Serphia Deluthräil'Fahn of the Sentinel Army; guardian of the ancients and avenger of the fallen; who slew the foul degenerate carrying this blade!"

Holding the blade horizontally over Thea, waiting for the human to hold out her arms, Aleena would finally drop the blade into her hands. Turning to Paladin Damon, she'd untie the rotting human head of the Death Knight that hung at her hips and throw it past Thea and right into Damon for the Paladin to catch; which the man did but with protest and a look of horror at the handling of the human remains!

"Now you can ask for whatever you want in return, Ali! YOU'RE A HERO! ... do you have any idea what you want?!" Lithrielle spoke in Aleena's ear eagerly, as Aleena's eyes thoughtfully watched the various objects in the room, including Paladin Damon's ornate armor and Thea's priestly robes.

"I... I always wanted one of those fancy Truesilver Blades, two handed and with an extended handle. I hear they do wonders versus undead and demons alike."

“Hi Sharon”
"Hi, Shaw!"

"By the light... " Sharon groaned as the High Elf magi rolled around in the palm of Liaena's hand, looking up at the two giant faces now staring happily down at him.

"For a moment, I thought I'd be stuck in there!"

"Thanks for the rescue, girls." Sharon finally said, as he staggered back up to his feet. Giving himself a quick sniff and immediately grimacing, he soon reached down into the pockets of his blue robes covering his plate armor to produce a small, spherical crystal ball. Crushing it in his leather glove, it exploded into a million tiny, blue particles that washed over him. It was like getting a shower before immediately being dried, washing away any stain or odor that may have been on his equipment, staff and hair and leaving him as fresh as the moment he had left the mansion!

Looking down at his own figure, now much cleaner and hygienic than the moment before, Sharon smiled to himself and nodded.

"Sounds like they're having fun without you, the-heh!"

At Rithrynn's comment, Sharon threw a quick glance to the side at Serphia's large ass which was still hovering in the air, and the Captain very much awake and lucid. Raising an eyebrow, Sharon's gaze switched between Rithrynn and Lieana, to focus on the latter.

"How did you convin,-" He asked, before lowering his voice, almost whispering as he held a hand up next to his mouth.

" ... how did you girls get permission to save me?"

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The moment the Bloodsworn Runeblade fell into Priestess Thea's hands, she could immediately feel a violent pulse suddenly emanate from the blade to race through her arms and into her body!

It was a powerful sensation that seemed to flow from the Runeblade as she held it, stirring emotions long left cold. It was as if her body began to function in defiance of her brain, giving way to a strong mix of both excitement and anger as her heart rate suddenly increased and the blood began to flow more rapidly through her veins.

A bitter taste would appear in the back of her mouth, combined with a taste of iron; reminiscent to that of old blood.

Thousands of almost microscopic rivers of blood began to appear in the palm of her hands holding the Runeblade, as blood was escaping through the pores of her skin; drawn towards the ice cold steel of the blade as if pulled by an invisible force. As the small drops of blood coalesced into the very metal of the blade, the previously dim runes along the Runeblade began to glow in a haunting red light!

It was an exhilarating feeling that filled Thea, making her feel as if she was once again in the prime of her age! Youthful vigor coursed through her body from the blade, and a faint rage began to light like smoldering charcoal inside of her chest, inspiring violent intent.

When she looked at the blade in her hands, a faint, almost inaudible whisper began to haunt her mind, appearing to emanate from the blade itself. It spoke in a mystic and seemingly unintelligible language, completely alien to this world! Yet for some strange reason, it was as though she was granted a perfect, intuitive understanding of what the blade said. Despite not being able to comprehend a single word; the meaning was clear!

It invited her to grip harder around the black wooden handle of the Runeblade; now warm to the touch; and swing it!

“We uh…came to an agreement” Liaena said evasively in response to the High Elf’s question. Serphia did not appear to be paying much attention to the three, far more preoccupied as she was with Falere as the girl gave him an apologetic look. “You’ll have to stay small for a while, I’m afraid. I blew up the antidote”

“By the Light!” Damon cursed as the horrible decayed head of the now very much ex-Death Knight was flung at him with hardly a word of warning. Juggling the slightly squishy, soggy object between both gauntlets, he finally managed to get a grip and prevent it falling to the floor as he gave Aleena a dark glare. “Very funny, Keldorei”

“Priestess Thea?” Kathlin enquired in a tone of concern as she studied the priestess’ back that had suddenly gone rigid. The only thing moving about her was her right hand, as fingers curled around the handle “Are you feeling alright?”

“Oooh, and I want an inscription on it too! Maybe….hmmm….. ‘Slayer of the Degenerate’?”

“Sounds lame”
Lithrielle remarked with a giggle. Aleena shot her a dirty look. “Shut up, it’s awesome. And I want it written in silver. None of that etched rubbish. Put it on the list, human”

“Priestess….”

“Oh, is there going to be a parade? Maybe in her honour!”

“Would you all just SHUT UP!”
Thea screamed at the top of her voice. Kathlin balked, taking a step back. Damon swivelled towards her in shock and Aleena gave her an affronted look. “What?”

“Get away from me, Fool” The priestess cursed. Veins were standing out all over the woman’s face, and her tense body was shaking from the strain. The hand that was holding the runeblade was clenched into a battle position, irrespective of the fact that the giant blade was by rights far too heavy for her.

“Make me!”

“….Really not helping right now!”
Kathlin said nervously. The girl took one step towards the priestess, a move that was immediately forestalled by Damon’s heavy armour plated hand landing on her shoulder. “Drop the blade, Thea”

“Do – not – tell – me…back off. NOW” Thea groaned. Lines of blood were visibly seeping from her pores, to soak into the runeblade that was glowing increasingly brightly by the moment as Damon circled her slowly. “I will teach you incompetent morons a – AGHHH!”

Damon had lashed out, knife in his hand suddenly glowing with golden light as he slashed at the priestess’s hand. Fingers springing open, the runeblade clattered to the floor as Thea crumpled to her knees with a cry of pain. Kathlin dived down to come to her aid as Damon slammed the tip of his armoured boot into the hilt of the blade, sending it spinning off into a corner to come to rest their innocently.

“So yeah. We’re staying at the Cathedral for a while until some of the storm blows over. Thea’s giving us a hand with Serphia’s PR….” Liaena said cheerfully as she pushed the door open into the room, Sharon now riding on her shoulder. The girl paused, to stare in surprise at the sight before her; Thea on the ground, Kathlin assisting her, Damon sheathing a knife with a grim expression and Aleena and Lithrielle with twin ‘WTF’ looks on her face. “….what did we miss?”

"I blew up the antidote”

"Among other things... " Rithrynn said with a slight smirk as she hovered over Liaena's head, staring down at the tiny High Elf. As Liaena left the room with Sharon sitting on her shoulder, Rithrynn would pause mid-step to glance back over her shoulder at Serphia.

"Is there anything else you might need, mistress?"

The Sentinel would inquire as she stared back at her Captain which was spread all over the bed. Serphia muttered something, but it was all turned into gibberish and twisted into a delightful moan as the Captain suddenly arched her back and reared her big butt into the air! Presumably because the berserking Falere just went on a great dive deep into the depths of the Captain's lustful rear.

Smirking, Rithrynn moved over to the door, holding onto the doorway before smiling back at her Captain.

"I'll leave you two then... " Rithrynn nodded with a wicked smile, before pausing to think.
" ... or, three."

She had almost forgotten about Shani! Yet as she looked at her Captain's big butt, Rithrynn suspected that she might be even deeper than Falere. It was doubtful she would ever see her again in a long, LONG time!

Closing the door shut behind her, Rithrynn would then move on to the next room where the rest of the group was. But she would be surprised when she arrived in the doorway, towering over Liaena, and finally seeing the bizarre scene inside the room!

“….what did we miss?”

"She.... uh... " Lithrielle would be the first of the two elves in the room to finally speak, the both of them having previously been without word to describe the event, assuming that they had even understood what had happened in the first place.
"The old human went sort of crazy with the sword! I think Ali set her off with all her crazy demands!"

Lithrielle explained, still hanging on to Aleena as if she had no idea of what else to do!

" ... I did no such thing!" Aleena suddenly protested, glaring back at Lithrielle.
"My demands were obviously completely reasonable! It's not like I asked for half the kingdom or something like that for slaying the evil knight!"

"I blew up the antidote”

"Among other things... "

"The fact that you all got out of that castle with your lives intact is still more important." Sharon argued, partly in defense of Liaena. He had worried before the attack on Honor's Watch. Infiltrating a heavily fortified fortress situated at the top of a frighteningly tall reef, and surrounded by lethal cliffs on all sides with no direct connection to the mainland had been risky to say the least.

That it had gone so well was nothing short of a miracle!

"When it comes to Public Appearance, I do believe our dear friend, Serphia, might need all the help she can get. She may very well be a great warrior, or a demon in bed, yet when it comes to diplomacy, she may leave us wanting... " Sharon reasoned, before suddenly passing a look over to Rithrynn.
"No offense, Rithrynn."

Yet as they approached the room, Liaena and Rithrynn's surprise would not be much greater than that of his own. First looking at Thea's bleeding hand, then to the paladin's dagger, Sharon sent them all a confused look.

"What in the light's name is... " He would soon ask, yet stop in the middle of his sentence when his eyes suddenly spotted a peculiar object lying in the corner of the room; a bloodsworn Runeblade; the unholy runes etched into the blade still glowing brightly with a haunting red light!

" ... what is a Runeblade doing in the Cathedral?!"

“….What is a runeblade doing in the Cathedral?!”

“Because that stupid girl brought it in!!” Damon exploded, stabbing an accusing finger at Aleena. The elf looked obviously very uppity at that, in response to the obviously unwarranted and untrue accusations of stupidity. “What were you thinking, carrying it around like that!? You could have destroyed one of our own!”

“I’m fine…” Thea muttered belatedly, voice tight with pain where she sat in a heap in the floor. Notwithstanding recent events and the fact that her hand now had a deep gash under the thumb that Kathlin was now poking at, the priestess’ voice was weak but steady as she raised her eyes to meet Damon’s. “Go and get help for this, Damon. Tell them to bring gloves, and holy water. Lots of it”

“…..”

Nodding gravely after a pause where he gave Aleena one final dirty look, Damon bowed his head to the priestess before backing out of the room. A few brisk paces, followed by running feet could be heard as the paladin rapidly made his escape from the situation.

“……Soooo…..” Liaena remarked finally, after a silence that nobody else seemed willing to break. “what did I miss? Kitty?”

“The runeblade activated” Kathlin remarked matter-of-factly where she wound a bandage around Thea’s fingers. “I….uh, think”

That priestess shot her a look. “….Quite”

Drawing a shaky breath, Thea looked around the room slowly, before her gaze settled on Liaena. “Who is that, Rune?”

“Oh….uh. Sharon, this is Priestess Thea. General Hardass” Liaena whispered the last sentence under her breath, before raising her voice to the room together. “Priestess Thea, this is Sharon Del’dieb—“

“Your boyfriend. Obviously” Thea observed coldly to the room at large, before looking back at Sharon again. “Dare I ask – how are you involved in this? And why have you been shrunk?”

"And why have you been shrunk?”

"That... " Sharon spoke, before hesitating for a moment as he looked at Thea.
" ... is a long story."

Indeed, the older Priestess seemed more than eager to put the attention on someone else after her little incident with the Runeblade, something which was quite understandable.

"So this is the woman Liaena has been complaining about."

"I partook in the raid on Honor's Watch. The capture of your apprentice, Kathlin, was partly the result of a personal feud of mine. I therefore brought together allies, including the Night Elves that you have met already, to create a force that could penetrate the keep and save her."

Sharon explained in his usual calm manner, motioning towards Kathlin as he spoke of the captured apprentice.

"As for my current... stature, it was simply convenient at the time of the infiltration." Sharon reasoned, nodding his head as he left out the bit where Liaena had blown up her potion supply, including the antitode!
"I am not much of a climber. And as you probably know, the keep is located atop of a tall reef. Fortunately, it was no problem for our Kaldorei friends to scale those walls."

Sharon motioned towards Aleena and Lithrielle, as well as Rithrynn.

"Without their help, I doubt we would have been able to save your apprentice before my brother could complete his ritual."

At that time, Sharon felt that any PR capital he could give the Night Elves would be a good thing, as he had a lingering suspicion they would waste it on first occasion! After all, the longer he could keep them from being chased out of the city with torches and pitchforks, the better he would fare against his brother, who after all had his own private army!

They may have succeeded in their raid on Honor's Keep, but it mattered little if they lost the battle for the public opinion!

"This stupid girl could kick your ass! As if you'd last five seconds against that Death Knight!" Aleena yelled grumpily after Damon as the Paladin made his escape from the room, waving her fist and almost threatening to step after him if it hadn't been for the fact that Lithrielle hung to her like a proverbial anchor!

"Don't be so angry, Ali. He's surely just jealous!" Lithrielle whispered into Aleena's ear as she hugged the fuming Sentinel harder around her chest from behind.

Back in the doorway however, Rithrynn would soon nod with her head at Sharon's mention of her and her sisters' part in the rescue operation, quickly stepping next to Liaena whilst pointing at Sharon with the back of her thumb.

"Yup! He organized it. We ran it. And it went flawlessly!" Rithrynn exclaimed enthusiastically, trying her best to thaw Thea's ice cold expression with her own beamy smile!

"And it's true what he says about the size thingy! It's soo much more easier to handle him when he is small like that. Rather than having to carry him on your back, we could easily fit him in a pocket or,-"

"Does your uniform even have pockets, Ri?"

Rithrynn froze for a moment in her wild babble at the sudden comment from Liaena standing behind her. Gaining a rather awkward as well as annoyed expression, Rithrynn would snap her head around to give Liaena a clear 'shut-it!' expression, before turning back to Thea and continued smiling.

" ... so, like I said: Much easier to handle! Li is so gifted with potions, and they are quite useful! Even if they do have an awkward tendency of exploding... "

While Rithrynn was trying to impress Thea however, to whatever greater or lesser extent she might actually succeed; though probably much the latter; Lithrielle was gently patting Aleena's hair while trying to calm her down.

"There there, I'm sure they'll appreciate your effort. They were just a little bit scared by the nasty blade, that's all. And... ohh!" Lithrielle would suddenly pause when she noticed a small object on the floor next to them, having fallen from Thea when she had fallen under the Runeblade's curse. The small object in particular turned out to be a tiny, miniature human priestess; none other than Bella!

Leaning down while still holding onto Aleena, Lithrielle would pick up Bella, receiving quite a few tiny shrieks and complaints as she stood back up and continued to hug Aleena from behind.

"Look what I found, Ali! Your old friend!" Lithrielle said with a cheerful voice while dangling the tiny priestess next to Aleena's grumpy face, trying to brighten the mood of her girlfriend after it had been promptly ruined by Paladin Damon's complete inability to appreciate her obvious triumph and superiority! Though it was no easy task as Aleena continued to ignore her, the Sentinel's gaze locked onto the doorway where Damon had exited!

"Hmmm, maybe if I... " Lithrielle chewed on her lips with a thoughtful expression, glancing over at Bella.

“Hey, put me down. PUT ME DOWN!” Bella demanded furiously as she swung gently from between Lithrielle’s finger. The miniature human pointed an imperious finger at the Night Elf, but could help but quail as she cast a glance at the floor far below her. “…On the table, or something!”

“I’ve never found a use for them myself. Then again, I’ve rarely engaged in Guerra warfare” Thea responded softly to Rithrynn’s comment. The priestess cast a glance at the door. “Is your leader not coming?”

“She’s….uh, busy” Liaena responded after a pause. The girl could not help but give a small smirk as she thought about exactly what the Captain was doing. “With other engagements”

“Good”

“….Priestess? Priestess Thea!?” Bella squeaked over from Lithrielle’s grasp. Having failed to cheer Aleena up with her words, Lithrielle was now trying more physical methods. As it would obviously not do at all to be wasting a hand in this venture, the human was now being rubbed around Aleena’s shoulders and upper back as Lithrielle stroked her consolingly. “Um, help!?”

“…Very well then. Keldorei, please stop molesting my apprentice. Apprentice Lennox, get me a chair, would you?” Thea pronounced as she clambered up from the floor. Kathlin immediately scooted off to right the one on the floor as she looked at Liaena. “Apprentice Rune, fix this shrinking problem”

“No antidote”

“…Just as well then we have a laboratory designed to create antidotes. As opposed to the poisons you usually indulge in” Thea responded acidly as she sat down. “Just so we are clear: If Apprentice Silva is mislaid as a result of this, I will expect you to do her chores for her”

“…..”

“Awww, common AllizzzzzZZZZzzzzz”

Lithrielles commiserating words turned into a snore right in the middle as she suddenly sunk to the floor. Bella gave a squeal of fear that immediately became muffled as the elf landed, with her continuing complaints continuing from under the Night Elf. “Aw cmon! Get me out of here! This elf smells of wet dog!”

Liaena meanwhile, gave the room a ‘what’? look before hastily stowing her dart gun away. “What? I said I ran out of antidote. And I was carrying it loaded”

The priestess caught sight of the look on Thea’s face, before assuming a much more contrite expression. “…I’ll just go, and get that antidote then”

“Yes. However….Mr. Dal’dieb, I would like to discuss the fallout of the raid as it were, at some point.” Thea said, giving that individual a slight nod of the head.
“It could wait until later of course if you want to accompany Rune, but time is of the essence”

As Liaena stowed away her dart gun, Sharon let out a low groan at the strange looks they were receiving from the rest of the room.

Fortunately, the slumbering Lithrielle did a good job in attracting a fair bit of viewers herself. The tiny Bella she had been holding earlier was nowhere to be seen, lost as she was somewhere under the large, purple Night Elf now laid out across the floor.

"I am still not sure which woman Liaena holds the least affection for... Thea or Bella?"

“It could wait until later of course if you want to accompany Rune, but time is of the essence”

"I do believe I'll be quite available." Sharon would be quick to reply, bowing in return to Thea. Turning to look at Liaena, he gave her a smile and a small nod.
"Long have I admired the hospitality of the church, Priestess Thea, and your welcome only honors that tradition of generosity. Sharing my side of the story is the least I can do in return."

From the time he had known Liaena, he knew that her laboratory sessions tended to be mostly a one-woman venture. Though he carefully respected her skills as an alchemist, and despite his own record of dangerous adventures, Sharon had found it difficult to muster the courage to be in any laboratory of Liaena's for any length of time. Bandits and beasts were somewhat predictable. As was his Death Knight brother to some degree. But Liaena's potions... light only knew when they might blow up!

"Go ahead with the alchemy, Liaena. I will ensure to have a proper meal ready for when you return." Sharon said as he looked over at Liaena, before the smaller High Elf would lean over, giving her a gentle kiss before whispering.
"A proper meal, not church rations."

The church might be many things. A place of worship. A sanctity of safety. A temple of tranquility. A rescuer of the soul... but was there one thing Sharon had learned, then rescuing a proper steak from being overcooked or from high-quality meat being wasted in a cheap soup was not among their many virtues!

"Yes, mistress needs her quiet time! Though she is a mighty warrior, the battle has taken its toll on her and she needs to recuperate." Rithrynn would rush to help explain the Captain's mysterious absence from the room to Thea.

If she focused on listening, using her elven hearing, she could hear a faint, low series of moans from the other room. A serie that would suddenly be interrupted by a not-so-quiet "CRACK" from the room next to them, presumably caused by a human-sized bed failing under the weight of a very happy Serphia, which was not very surprising.

Yet the pause in the other room following the crash would be short lived, as soon the delighted moans continued once more.

"I almost feel sorry for Falere... almost!"

Yet something else would soon claim her attention, as Rithrynn was watching Liaena and Sharon from where she stood behind them. The Sentinel could not help but roll her eyes when she saw Sharon lean in to kiss Liaena on the side of her head, letting out an audible huff as she looked the other way.

"Sheesh! There's room for two where you just came from, Sharon!"

Aleena, who had seemingly been oblivious to Lithrielle who had fallen asleep right behind her, finally made a move. Apparently, her patience had run out, and was not going to wait for Damon anymore, no matter how badly she wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Come on, Lithi. Let's leave this dull place!" Aleena said, reaching down to grab Lithrielle's arm.

Lithrielle merely mumbled something unintelligible between her lips in return, as she was dragged along the floor behind Aleena and out into the hallway! Though perhaps worse it was for Bella, the tiny human who was stuck under her, who was now not only caught under a giant Night Elf, but also dragged along with her beneath her belly as she was stuck in the black satin belt passing over Lithrielle's glorious metal thong.

Liaena turned her head slightly to return his smile, before crinkling her forehead slightly in thought as she considered his statement. “When did I last eat something?”

Between all the fun of dodging assassins, stuffing assassins up Night Elf’s butts, stuffing Night Elves up Night Elves butts and assaulting heavily fortified forts, it was true that the girl had not consumed anything but potions since breakfast the previous day. “…Sure. I’ll see you later then”

The girl stepped forward to deposit Sharon on the small side-table beside Thea, after a quick check to satisfy herself that the Night Elf threat had apparently dwindled to Low Risk, with Aleena evacuating and dragging Lithrielle behind her. “I’ll see you later. Won’t I, Rithrynn?”

“Wut?”

The Night Elf gave her a confused and slightly offended look, with a ‘what in the world could you ever suspect of poor MOI!?’ expression spread over her face. Liaena shot back a ‘you know damn well what’ look back, and headed for the door. “Can I hang onto your tweezers, Kitty? Just in case?”

“Why? The laboratory has a tool kit”
Kathlin enquired in a tone of confusion as she hurried along beside Lithrielle and Aleena. Reaching down, the girl lifted the big Night Elf off the floor where she was being scraped along the ground to poke around in her belt for the lost Bella. Judging by the complaints of that priestess, she had been pushed slightly…lower. “Ewww! It’s like a jungle in here!”

“Good point” Liaena mused aloud, before shooting Sharon a last smile, giving Thea a wary nod and heading for the door. “Oh and Priestess Thea…don’t leave me out of the plotting. You know I’m good at it”

“Apprentice Rune”

-click-

Thea made a tsking noise as she watched the door, which had been very rapidly carefully shut behind Liaena as she made a hasty retreat. Shaking her head slightly, she turned back to Sharon in the now quiet room with only Rithrynn present in addition to the pair. “I would imagine that we have a minute or so at most to converse before Paladin Damon returns, Mr. Dal’dieb so I would prefer to get to the point. How were you intending to present your version of events to the city? This cult has got to the press first as you might expect”

The priestess held up the newspaper, placing it on the table so the miniature High Elf could step over and read the headline. While he was doing that, the woman turned to raise her eyebrows slightly at Rithrynn. “It does not help that your retinue is so strikingly unlikeable, I am afraid. Please excuse my bluntness Keldorei, but at this rate I will not be able to prevent your kins expulsion from the Cathedral. Given you decided to take shelter here, I assume that was not the original intent?”

"Take care, Liaena." Sharon gave Liaena a nod as the girl let the room, the High Elf watching her until she had disappeared out into the hallway.

As the door was closed behind her, only Thea and Rithrynn would be left in the room together with him. Taking a quick glance over towards the towering Night Elf Sentinel to make sure she was not about to 'accidentally' use the side-table he was standing on as a makeshift chair for the meeting, Sharon's eyes would finally rest on Thea.

"The White Hand has the initiative in this matter. Anything we say and do will inevitable clash with their own claims." Sharon began, walking over to the newspaper, which was absolutely massive compared to the little High Elf.

"At least I won't be missing the small print from this angle!"

"There are pictures in this print, yet they feature only Blood Elves." Sharon would note, pointing at the images of some of the deceased Blood Knights.

"While the White Hand may prove the involvement of the Blood Elves, seeing as they have their bodies in their possession, none of Serphia's own Night Elven band of warriors died or were captured in the attack. Most of footprints they left behind were arrowheads or broken weapon pieces at best, most of which is available in market stalls around Stormwind anyway. The White Hand may know that we attacked, but they lack strong evidence beyond eyewitnesses; all of whom are with the White Hand and thus biased. I do not believe any civilians nor members of the Stormwind's Royal Guard saw the Night Elves, either when they entered or fled the keep."

Rubbing his cheek with the back of his finger as he studied the text, Sharon nodded to himself as he was seemingly deep within his own thoughts.

"They can prove the Blood Elves involvement, but not the involvement of the Night Elves. I doubt the White Hand will seek to turn this into a racial conflict, as Captain Serphia and her warband are not the only Night Elves in Stormwind either. We have an embassy, and at least couple of hundred Night Elves who live in Stormwind, even though their presence was somewhat reduced with the destruction of the garden district. Many of the citizens have seen Serphia and her warband, and she has caused the city a fair bit of distraught, yet I doubt there's more than a few who actually know about her character. If the White Hand wants to use public opinion against Serphia and her elves, they will first have to introduce her to the public. A process which will take time. It may be best that she leaves the Cathedral. The sanctuary of the church may offer protection, but it will also draw attention to them."

The High Elf reasoned, before looking up at Thea and Rithrynn.

"We have some evidence in the form of pictures taken by Apprentice Kathlin and the Runeblade, but that will most likely only be enough to gain an investigation, which alone is not enough to fell the White Hand. To do so, we must dig deeper; down to that which truly makes the White Hand, their assets. Honor's Watch is their headquarters, but most of their operations are run far out in the sea. I am starting to suspect that the answers we seek may not be in Stormwind at all."

Sharon knew that the White Hand was a maritime protection service with strong ties to other maritime trading and production companies that operated far from the borders of the Kingdom of Stormwind. The White Hand's massive rise could never be explained by simply investigating them at home, what with most of their business being far away from the watchful eyes of the Throne.

Part of Sharon shuddered to think what kind of sorts of secrets might lie behind the White Hand, knowing what he did of his brother's dark past, but he knew that they would eventually have to face them if they ever wished to understand the White Hand.