“I wonder if they had a plan….” Kathlin wondered aloud as she watched Silje-Serphia bolt up the stairs like a frightened rabbit. The girl sounded, if anything, distinctly sympathetic towards the terrified fake-Night-Elf. “…it didn’t seem to plan for that bit”

Sheltering next to Rithrynn where the Night Elf took her first step towards the stairs, the girl turned quickly as they walked to see another faux-Sentinal charging headlong at them. She smacked headfirst into a glimmering shield that appeared out of nowhere and collapsed to the floor groaning. “Or this bit. Are you okay?”

Pausing to bend down and inspect the large bruiser forming on her head, Kathlin was grabbed by the scruff to be dragged forcefully after Rithrynn as she strode purposefully towards the stairs. Around them, the actual Night Elves were very much getting the better of the fake ones, the latter both unused to their large size, and trained to fight in heavy protective armour. Which the Keldorei traditional garb…. did not entail. 

*

“I apologize for the crude methods, my lady, but unfortunately; given the circumstances; they were necessary.”

“………”

Still very much in the grip of terror, it took several seconds for Liaena to process the warmth on her skin and the notable absence of dark claws enveloping her, much less process any pleasantries Valion had to offer her. 

Shaking like a leaf, the girl swallowed hard as she tried to recover her composure. She was in Sharon’s office, in Stormwind. Not a cave. Not in Northrend. 

Although apparently, very much in trouble. 

Liaena tensed as she ran through all of her options in her head. Her potions were virtually gone, and raided if the large Draenei holding her off the ground was anything to go by. She didn’t visualise herself going toe to toe with her captor physically. Which left her with the dart gun that may or may not still be in her pocket. It was hard for her to tell, and impossible to check without alerting the Draenei to its presence. 

“AAAAAAHH! HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME! THERE’S A PSYCHO WOMAN IN THE HOUSE!”

Silje-Serphia almost crashed into Liaena when she ran headlong into the room, lunging behind the Draenei to whine and cry in terror. As Malizia and Valion were momentarily baffled and diverted by her presence, Liaena slipped a hand into her pocket to quietly withdraw her dart gun. The vial arming it empty, she reached a hand into her satchel to find one extra clip and jam it into place. Then she slipped it straight back into her pocket again, heart thumping. 

“The elven warlord, she said she was gonna eat me! LIGHT, who is she?!”

“……”

Liaena couldn’t help herself but let out a dry chuckle where she dangled in Malizia’s grip. “….Y-you don’t even know who she is? Wow. You’re disposable, aren’t you?”

The thudding of furious feet bounding on to the landing, then slowing to a low patient stride as Serphia stalked down the corridor, flinging open doors at random was audible to everyone in the room as Liaena took a deep breath to yell at the top of her lungs: “OH SERPHIA, IS THAT YOU!? WHAT’RE YOU DOING IN SHARON’S STUDY??”