Marshall glowered back, looking none too happy at Sharon’s answer in the negative. “You put a lot of faith in this ‘brother’ of yours’ caution. He was bold enough to walk right into the capital of this land to put some petty grudge to bed, I gather”

Pulling his chair forward to eye the parchment closely, Marshall scowled at it as he considered Sharons request. “It…is the Church’s responsibility, to purge evil, and protect the sancity of its citizens. Fine, Dal’dieb. I’ll write you your letter. The Cathedral should know of the scale of the danger, anyway”

Picking up the parchment, Marshall stood up from his chair in his way of signalling the audience was over. “I have a girl with me who can run back to the Cathedral. Or…you can send it in that new mailing system. Whichever”

*

"You and I have some unsettled business."

“…So I gather” Kathlin mumbled as she backed away from Janessa uneasily. The Night Elf didn’t appear to be in any hurry to follow her, with the one that seemed to be charge of the tournament still taking bets – all universally in favour of Janessa – from the excited crowd. A second organiser, one that seemed to have worked out the obvious financial implications of what was going on, was hurriedly scrawling up odds of the fight across the wall behind them. From that, Kathlin gathered that her percentage chance to win insofar as Night Elves were concerned was ‘Infinity + 1 to 1’. None of the elves actually betting seemed to have noticed that. 

[i]“So, I guess I’m Li. So what would Li do?...”[/i]

Kathlin glanced down at the satchel she was wearing slung across her body. “Potions are [b]Cheating[/b]!” screamed out one of the elves clutching a betting slip immediately, and Kathlin turned to give her a dubious look.
“Hey. You could also say that the way she’s twice my size, is cheat—“

“BEGIN!”

[i]“Oh crap”[/i]

Janessa jumped up in the air, blowing a few kisses to her ‘fans’ before starting to storm towards the small girl, fists raised. Kathlin reached out a hand, and suddenly the elf was a couple of inches raised off the table, floating in the air. Still sliding rapidly forward from her own momentum and having lost all friction and contact to arrest her movement or even turn, Kathlin backed hurriedly out of her line of trajectory as Janessa slid past her with a scream of rage and straight off the table, rapidly losing altitude to vanish from view and presumably crash into a Night Elf or a wall somewhere.

“……..”

The cheerful merriment and noise surrounding the table ended very abruptly as Kathlin looked around at her audience nervously. Many of the night elves, mostly those that had bet against her, looked annoyed. Others looked amused. One lone elf looked as though Christmas had come early for her as she inched slowly towards the ‘pro-Jannessa’ pot of gold. 

“Uhhhh…so, does that mean I win, or something?”