“Huh. I suppose it’s less fun for her when they’re too drunk to fight back” Liaena commented sardonically from where she walked beside “Rithrynn”. 

The girl glanced up with a slight smirk to gauge the Night Elf’s reaction at this, who if anything appeared to be slightly confused “….uh…right”

As the group approached the curtain still hanging over the door, Delilah darted ahead to pull it aside and usher her captain through. The group entered into the atrium, which appeared much the same as it had as they left, except with more empty plates and bottles scattered around. One elf was lying on some cushions scattered across the floor, who looked as though she was in the throes of a particularly evil hangover as she raised an arm to wave it at the group. “Haaaaai….Mistress. Urrrghh…”

“Rithrynn, where’s Sharon?” Liaena muttered to the Night Elf she was walking next to as she also stepped through the doorway. The girl was scanning the group for any sign of the little High Elf – but no, no sign of him – not to mention that he would have made himself known to her anyway. “Don’t tell me you lost him [i]again[/i]?”

[i]“Not to mention the Public Relations disaster….again”[/i]

The girl thought to herself as she studied  the bound Malizia where Serphia was leading her, right ahead of them, before turning to hiss at Rithrynn once more. “And [i]why[/i] did you let them parade a white hand mercenary through the city in broad daylight!? The whole POINT was that you lot – [b]hadn’t – been – seen – fighting – them[/b]! Think about what the papers are going to make of this! Jeez…”

“Um, is there a problem?”

“…..”

Liaena couldn’t help but stare as Serphia loomed over her, having addressed her in a tone she had previously believed the Night Elven Captain wasn’t even capable of. “…Yeeees. I was wondering why you have that Draenei?”

“I demand you release me at once! I demand – urk!”

As Malizia had opened her mouth to start yelling again, Liaena had withdrawn her dart gun, stepped forward and shot the large draenei in the butt at point blank range. The “White Hand” toppled forward with a surprised look on her face, only for her fall to be arrested as she began to levitate in mid-air and started snoring loudly. Liaena meanwhile turned back to “Serphia” with a carefully sculpted submissive expression on her face. “I thought she might be disturbing your warriors rest, Captain”

“No shouty, mrwhhh…..”

“Exactly” Liaena bobbed her head at the unhappy Night Elf in the corner, who glowered at her before lowering her face back to the floor to continue groaning to herself. “So….how did you capture this White Hand? Was there a fight between here and the Cathedral?”

The girl glanced around at the group, of which the Night Elves looked conspicuously unhurt. “You clearly got the best of it, if you did”