Inside the atrium of the mansion, a set of rapid heavy footsteps fast approaching the entrance door could be heard from the outside. They would continue to become louder and louder - until they stopped completely.

" ... "

*CRASH*

*CRACK*

*TROMBOLOMBO*

Without a word of warning, a heavy thud could be heard from the other side of the door just before it exploded off its hinges and flew inwards, landing flat on the ground in front of the entrance to reveal behind it none other than Serphia in the doorway, standing on one leg in a kicking position with her right leg raised towards the occupants of the atrium. All around her 8ft tall Night Elven Captain stood her warriors, arms drawn as they peered in from the side.

Lowering her leg back to the ground, Serphia would lean her head forward and begin a rapid march into the mansion, her silvery eyes as narrow as slits and fuming with rage.

"[b]WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?![/b]"

Serphia's voice would boom through the entire mansion, before she spotted none other than... herself?

A moment of confusion ran across Serphia's face when she noticed the Silje-Serphia, making the Captain pause for a moment. Yet the momentary madness would not last, as soon the hateful silver flame would once again return to the Captain's eyes.

"Who is this impostor?!" Serphia would shout out and point at Silje-Serphia.

At this point, the commotion in the atrium seemed to have attracted more attention as a couple more Night Elves, both in various states of drunkenness and various states of clothing, arrived around and above the room to watch.

Rithrynn, staring at the crowd of chevalier elves with a look of disbelief, would lean in towards her Captain to mutter.

"Maybe she is your greatest a fan, mistress!"