"Hmm... nooo, I'm afraid not..... " Sharon answered slowly, placing his glass back on the table as he leaned further behind in his chair and holding his fingers together over his chest.
"We lacked the personnel capable of performing such a rite of cleansing. After we took the unholy artifacts, we simply left it. The room is still cursed."

Sharon leaned his head back to gaze up at the glass window above him.

" ... unless the guard somehow found their way into the sewer from the street, and called in some priests... which, given the size of the sewer, is unlikely. Either way, I plan to write a letter of the Church of Light in hope that they might send someone to purge the place. Perhaps with your signature in the letter, it will be processed much quicker too?"

The High Elf said as his azure eyes returned to Marshall once more, throwing the old man a suggestive look as he motioned at some paper and an open envelope lying on his desk in between them. 

"However, I do not think my brother will continue any operations in the area. He will know it to be compromised."

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"Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time, and I swear will eat you!"

"By the light, woman; take it easy!" Donald called back, before pausing for a moment to think.
" ... unless, you meant it some other way... "

[i]"Damn it, Donald! Your job is to get out of this mess, not roll yourself into another mess with this woman!"[/i]

"Alright, alright... I'm sorry. We must have come out on the wrong foot. Let us start over again!" Donald quickly explained, holding out his arms as he looked up at Shani.
"My name is Donald. I live in the Trade District. I help mister La Fraln keep his cheese shop. I am... also a sword enthusiast! I have a small collection back home."

...

Donald stared up at Shani's face, and the Night Elf stared back, clearly not impressed or moved by his little introduction. The assassin couldn't for the life of him understand why. She obviously didn't like him, so why not let him go? Or did she like him, but simply played hard to get? Or maybe the Night Elf was simply experiencing a strong sense of ambivalence, and she didn't like him but was not able to fully let go of him either? Nothing made sense anymore!

"Ahem, and... your name?" Donald requested, staring up at Shani's large face as he was unsure how to continue. 

[i]"This is why I should stick to women who aren't purple and aren't taller than me... "[/i]