“While I’m sure Sharon’s neighbours would definitely appreciate a second giantess on their lawn…no. It got blown up” Liaena said sweetly, only allowing herself to sound slightly sardonic at she stared at Serphia. Judging from the Night Elf’s currently behaviour, she probably had a slightly increased allowance for snark before the captain hit her. “Because [i]somebody[/i] decided to blow up my satchel. Never mind, I’m sure they had a plan”

“Mrrwh…?” Serphia sounded somewhat distant as she arched her back in a stretch with a purr of satisfaction. “…Sounds like…some sort of idiotic, monkey plan to me”

“Oh yes. I quite agree”

Lithrielle looked confusedly up at her captain. “But mistress, didn’t [i]you[/i]…”

“---So, some sort of small creature” Liaena cut in sharply, before smiling widely up at the pair. “Unless either of you have a better plan? No? Then let’s go then!”

Marching past the two Night Elves, Liaena confidently pushed open the door to the pantry…before her face fell. “Oh…right. Jeez, do you lot use your boobs like camel humps or something?”

The pantry was indeed entirely desecrated, completely emptied to sustain the ravaging habits of Night Elves. Liaena entered slowly, staring around, before dropping to her knees to start scouting under the cupboards much to the bemusement of the elves behind her. After a few seconds of this, Serphia started to get nervous. “What are you doing!? I will remind you, [b]giant spiders[/b] are a sin against Elune…”

“Here we go!” Liaena said triumphantly, and some tiny squeaking noises erupted as she pulled out a mouse trap cage with a tiny mouse running around inside it. “I figured Miz Collins would be too busy with you lot to empty these. Or maybe she just needed the extra meat on standby, who knows?”

“…”

“Oh right. Didn’t you know?” Liaena remarked casually to Lithrielle in response to her bemused look, as she stuffed the cage into a pocket and headed for the door. “Those pub lunches you’ve had over here? Probably rat meat. Don't worry, they wash them to flush out the poisons first”

*

“Is that to have deniability, Mister Dal’dieb?” Kathlin enquired as she took the ominous looking trigger box, to stare at the even more ominous looking big red button dubiously. “Seventy-five percent. Somehow that feels worse than if you had said less…”

“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”

"LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!"

“…That sounds like a problem” 

Sticking her head out of the window, Kathlin took in the scene in the garden below her with Malizia advancing on Silje. “A very small problem…creating a very [b]big[/b] problem. They are too close together for button-pushy, Mister Dal’dieb”

“….”

“This thing works remotely, right Mister Dal’dieb?” Kathlin enquired as she unlatched the window, to start to casually clambered out, trigger box and all. “That’s good. I’ll be right back”

Landing lightly in the slushy garden below as though she had just skipped down a step, Kathlin braced herself, finger hovering over the trigger as she waded through the grass and muck towards the Deathknight, before stopping at what she could best estimate to be a ‘safe distance’ away, and on the opposite side of Malizia to Silje. “er, Hello! Giant Draenei Death Knight! We spoke earlier!”

The girl couldn’t help but swallow as Malizia paused in her tracks, to turn and stare at the second Most Beautiful Being. “I don’t suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you”