Having reached the nearest chair Liaena sank onto it gratefully, glad to be out of the freezing cold of the storm outside as she rested her battered face on her hands. Having heard Doins words she opened her eyes again to look up at him. “….No. Not exactly”

“….”

Looking past Doin, she glanced over at the group of men that were huddled around the table nearby. A couple of them were still watching suspiciously, and Liaena returned their glares with a look that was just as frankly untrusting. There were also a few dwarves and humans still wandering about the room at various tasks, not counting the barkeep. “She gave me a message for you….but I don’t want anyone else to hear it. Do you have like, a private room we could go to, or something?”

Looking around the room, Liaena indicated the group of plotting men not so far away with a tired toss of her head. “Honestly, it looks as though your friends would rather I got out of their way too”

*

“Mmmphff!” came Kathlins muffled protest where she was sandwiched between Ashei’s bust and Rithrynn’s ass. The fact that she was wearing Liaena’s rather diminutive form made the entire set up even worse, as it meant that her head was round about the level of the formers rather considerable…assets, which shoved her face into Rithrynn’s broad back as if the airbag of a car had gone off. 

Thankfully, the entire ordeal did not last long as Nisha stalled suddenly and Ashei climbed off her back to steady herself on the snowy ground. Less than thankfully, this had occurred because as Kathlin looked forward, she saw Rithrynn looking back and scowling at her. “So where are we going?”

Craning around her, Kathlin eyed the direction the tiger was pointed in. “…towards the trade district”

“Is that where Li is?”

“Maybe?”

This response clearly did not please the Night Elf at all, whose purple skin was already starting to attain a slightly darker angry hue. “That cursed bird vanished! AGAIN! Traitorous wretch of a creature!” 

Staring up in the sky, Kathlin could not in any way distinguish the white of errant owls from the white of snowflakes as she tried to see through the blizzard. The girl sent up a silent prayer with the wind to defend her against the fickleness of Liaena’s pets, as she turned back to the angry Night Elf. “Oh.”