"You and that Kathlin girl, you make quite the team together, don't you?"
“…I don’t know why the elves brought her back here, she’s not a fighter. And she’s nearly got herself killed once already, getting mixed up in this” Liaena said in a deeply unenthused tone. The girl slid open a door, to enter one of the servant staircases leading down. Here at least, there were no night elves.
“I’ll get rid of her later”
The girl glanced behind her at the large Draenei floating behind them down the stairs. The stairwell was only barely large enough for her to fit through, with the result that her body was getting a fair amount of buffeting and scraping as it squeezed after them. “Oh, I think I can deal with containment issues. I’ve already tested this on her”
Drawing a small vial of the shrinking potion out of her pocket, Liaena waggled it at the small elf on her shoulder to illustrate her point as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Having entered onto quite a dingy corridor lined with doors, with the very audible sounds of Miz Collins banging away on pots and pans in the distance, Liaena started to open doors in turn to peer in for suitable spots for an interrogation session. “Wow. You might need to restock these, Sharon”
What “this” was soon became apparent as the girl entered into a stockroom quite literally littered with empty jam-jars, many with the preserve they had once contained still clinging forlornly to the edges. It was unclear whether some Night Elf had a severe sweet tooth, the elves had decided to have a jam-fight upstairs or Naliyah had discovered it made everything much more fun - in any case, the place had been stripped bare.
Crossing over to the other side of the room, Liaena allowed Malizia to fall unceremoniously to the floor as she deposited Sharon gently on one of the empty shelves, before perching on a lower one beside him. Removing another potion out of her bag, she placed that one on the shelf next to him before falling to the very important task of starting to carefully puncture holes in the lid of a jam jar she had picked up off the floor with a penknife. “It’s the antidote. Take it. I don’t want to mislay you down here”
*
“Hello?”
Kathlin poked her head into yet another empty living room, before withdrawing it with a sigh. “Girl-whose-name-I-cannot-recall? Are you still here? It’s safe…ish”
….
“Li, your house is huge”
"Whoever you are, please get Li! Tell her that we need an antitode right aw,-"
“Eeek!”
Turning quickly at the cries from just down the corridor, Kathlin sped up her ambling pace to a quick walk as she turned a corner to behold Silje, who was holding up a trembling finger as she gawped at the contents of the bedroom. “T-the elf…she disappeared…”
Reaching the smaller girl, Kathlin looked into the bedroom to eye the thing Silje was transfixed with horror by. “….Noooo, I don’t think she has, I’m afraid”
“No! The other one!” Silje stammered. “She told me to go and get a Lee. What’s a Lee?”
“Ah, well, it’s….”
Kathlin trailed off as she studied the Night Elf in the room’s behaviour. If Serphia had noticed the fact she was under observation, she had shown no indication of caring. “…that cannot be good for her back”
“W-w-what?”
“Ohh…nothing. Come on then, we’ll go find a Li” Kathlin said finally as she picked up Silje’s hand, tugging the girl with her as she turned to walk back down the corridor. The girl followed extremely willingly rather than be abandoned, although not without many nervous glances behind them. “…w-what were they doing!?”
“Would you like me to explain?”
“…No.”