Sharon was taken by surprise by the sudden news.
Rithrynn, in league with Sherpa, possibly mind controlled by the same curse or spirit that had affected Liaena earlier?
Liaena definitely seemed rattled by whatever it was that she had seen out in the city, and if she had seen Rithrynn, at the very homebase of Sherpa in any other character than murdering his crew, it was clear why she was worried!
Moving one arm behind Liaena, Sharon tried to calm the frantic girl as he thought about the recent news.
"I could probably have made a mind control joke about there not being anything to control in the first place in the case of Rithrynn, but that would be highly inappropriate considering the circumstances."
"Rithrynn hasn't said anything or mentioned Sherpa since she came back. She has acted quite normal, or as normal as she can be." Sharon said as he looked at Liaena. Rithrynn, in a peaceful meeting with Sherpa could mean two things.
First of all, Liaena's fears could be right, and she could in fact be possessed by a similar spirit as the one that had possessed Liaena back in Dalaran. In which case, they had a powerful evil force on their hands to deal with, right in their very base.
On the other hand, Rithrynn could have been playing a secret second game that none of them knew about. It seemed unlikely that she would support Sherpa, but then again, Sharon would never have expected Rithrynn to be the one to be toying with hidden plots and secrets. Those were games more in the domain of Liaena than the straightforward Night Elven Sentinel.
"If she really is possessed, we are going to have to be extremely careful... " Sharon concluded, his mind entering a brief contemplation.
"We should consult Marshall. If whatever's possessing her becomes suspicious that we could be onto it, Light only knows what it could do before we managed to contain it!"
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"I was doing my normal evening rounds in the house, putting out all the lights." Eddick answered nonchalantly while he cast Kathlin a gaze. He was leading both her and Ragnar down a large set of hanging stairs going through a large library the interior size of a small cathedral.
"Alfidious had retreated to his private studies at eight'o clock, while lady Rosamery went to her bedchambers a little past midnight. Normally, I would not enter or disrupt Master Alfidious when he was in sanctuary, as he is a reclusive man with a strong desire for personal privacy and solitude. He usually locks the door behind him, and doesn't come out until early the next morning to travel to the Royal Keep."
Murphy continued to talk as he walked. As they reached the bottom floor, he lead them to the left, through a small maze of lesser corridors lined with windows out across the courtyard.
"But that night, it was different. While I did my ordinary rounds outside his chamber, I noticed that the door to his room was unlocked, which was highly unusual. When I opened the doors to check on Master Alfidious, I found him dead in his studies, alone, with no one else. The windows to his room were perfectly intact, and they are designed to never be opened. Now, what did interest me was that the fact that there was no key in the lock itself."
As they passed by the large oak doors to the room in which Alfidiou's corpse still lay in, Murphy motioned towards the locks on the door. They were very different from the ordinary brass locks in the house, the lock to the chamber in particular made out of heavy duty titanium and with some mystical magical runes shining ever so faintly around the keyhole.
The heavy twin doors were, although a little old, still in a pristine condition, seemingly untouched and undamaged, as if they were straight out of production.
"As you can see, he was a man with a... very great desire, for privacy. The lock to his chamber surpasses even the lock of the main door to the house by many leagues. It was made by an intricate dwarven design, and then enchanted by some of the top enchanters of Stormwind's High School of Magic. It would be easier to break down the doors themselves ten times than attempt to pick or break the lock itself. But there are only two keys to the room. One resides with Master Alfidious himself, and it was still on him when I checked this morning. The other one lies in the possession of Lady Rosamery."
As they began their journey down the final flight of stairs towards the atrium, Murphy turned to look towards Kathlin.
"And no, before you get any ideas; Lady Rosamery did not leave her bedchamber when Alfidious was killed. She spent her night before going to bed in the library reading, and I saw her multiple times between. It was I who had to wake her up in fact after discovering the fate of her husband."
" ... Joe, Mason; go to the private study, the book of events last month should be there somewhere. Go... " Sounded the voice of a man, but it immediately stopped as Ragnar, Murphy and Kathlin came walking down the stairs into the atrium.
At the main floor of the atrium were more than a dozen white cloaked men walking around, and another dozen appearing from the back a heavy carriage that just pulled up on the outside of the mansion.
The man who had been speaking, the Captain of the White Hand members, was a man with slick, black hair and mustache, and currently in the progress of briefing some of his men. But when he noticed the group that came walking down, he had already turned around to look at them.
"Captain Adolph, I presume? Lady Rosamery is extremely happy that you could come on such short notice." Murphy began as he walked down the stairs, and up to the Captain. Adolph's eyes were originally on Murphy, but they switched over to Kathlin and Ragnar who were behind him. Ragnar in particular returned his curiosity with a rather dark gaze, the dwarf none too happy with the new arrivals.
"Surprised tha see ye here, Adolfie. City Guard was too hard fer ye?" Ragnar brummed in a slightly mocking tone, which generated a particular cold stare from Adolph. Adolph gave a short glance to the two men he had been briefing. They nodded, before they turned and walked away, passing by Kathlin and Ragnar as they journeyed up the stairs towards Alfidious chambers.
"Yes, we are happy that we have the opportunity to work for your lady." Adolph said as his gaze returned to Murphy.
"Her wisdom seems to only increase over the years, as shown by choosing the service of the White Hand. We understand she is in mourning, and we will keep quiet as we set up her new defenses."
"She will much appreciate your sensitivity, Captain." Murphy replied, the servant still as motionless as ever.
As there came a brief lull in the conversation between the servant and the Captain, Adolph turned his attention over to Ragnar who was standing next to Kathlin.
"And Ragnar, I'm surprised to see you sober. It seems so very out of character for you."
Letting out a sigh, Sharon was about to walk towards the stairs again when he suddenly heard a pair of faint yet fast footsteps outside the door.
The High Elf barely had time to turn around before the doors to the mansion flew to either side and smashed against the walls, as a frantic little black haired girl came storming into the house like a tornado.
Sharon quickly recognized said girl as Liaena, whom at that point looked like she had been through a war judging by her expression!
"Liaena?" Sharon exclaimed, while Friedrick passed through the room in the background. Upon seeing the girl however, Friedrick paused, and gave Liaena a rather generous smile.
"Ahh, Lady Rune. I am happy to see you back. I have prepared some new clothes for you, they are waiting for you in your private chambers. I have also filled the bathtub with warmwater, as I know you would like to avoid the Night Elves down in the pool. Just remember to remove the fire rune from the water before stepping into it."
After having given his message, Friedrick was off as quickly as he had came.
Sharon, on the other hand, had mostly ignored the words of his butler, too focused on Liaena herself.
"Are you alright, Liaena?!"
"Alfidious had retreated to his private studies at eight'o clock, while lady Rosamery went to her bedchambers a little past midnight. Normally, I would not enter or disrupt Master Alfidious when he was in sanctuary, as he is a reclusive man with a strong desire for personal privacy and solitude. He usually locks the door behind him, and doesn't come out until early the next morning to travel to the Royal Keep."
Murphy continued to talk as he walked. As they reached the bottom floor, he lead them to the left, through a small maze of lesser corridors lined with windows out across the courtyard.
"But that night, it was different. While I did my ordinary rounds outside his chamber, I noticed that the door to his room was unlocked, which was highly unusual. When I opened the doors to check on Master Alfidious, I found him dead in his studies, alone, with no one else. The windows to his room were perfectly intact, and they are designed to never be opened. Now, what did interest me was that the fact that there was no key in the lock itself."
As they passed by the large oak doors to the room in which Alfidiou's corpse still lay in, Murphy motioned towards the locks on the door. They were very different from the ordinary brass locks in the house, the lock to the chamber in particular made out of heavy duty titanium and with some mystical magical runes shining ever so faintly around the keyhole.
The heavy twin doors were, although a little old, still in a pristine condition, seemingly untouched and undamaged, as if they were straight out of production.
"As you can see, he was a man with a... very great desire, for privacy. The lock to his chamber surpasses even the lock of the main door to the house by many leagues. It was made by an intricate dwarven design, and then enchanted by some of the top enchanters of Stormwind's High School of Magic. It would be easier to break down the doors themselves ten times than attempt to pick or break the lock itself. But there are only two keys to the room. One resides with Master Alfidious himself, and it was still on him when I checked this morning. The other one lies in the possession of Lady Rosamery."
As they began their journey down the final flight of stairs towards the atrium, Murphy turned to look towards Kathlin.
"And no, before you get any ideas; Lady Rosamery did not leave her bedchamber when Alfidious was killed. She spent her night before going to bed in the library reading, and I saw her multiple times between. It was I who had to wake her up in fact after discovering the fate of her husband."
" ... Joe, Mason; go to the private study, the book of events last month should be there somewhere. Go... " Sounded the voice of a man, but it immediately stopped as Ragnar, Murphy and Kathlin came walking down the stairs into the atrium.
At the main floor of the atrium were more than a dozen white cloaked men walking around, and another dozen appearing from the back a heavy carriage that just pulled up on the outside of the mansion.
The man who had been speaking, the Captain of the White Hand members, was a man with slick, black hair and mustache, and currently in the progress of briefing some of his men. But when he noticed the group that came walking down, he had already turned around to look at them.
"Captain Adolph, I presume? Lady Rosamery is extremely happy that you could come on such short notice." Murphy began as he walked down the stairs, and up to the Captain. Adolph's eyes were originally on Murphy, but they switched over to Kathlin and Ragnar who were behind him. Ragnar in particular returned his curiosity with a rather dark gaze, the dwarf none too happy with the new arrivals.
"Surprised tha see ye here, Adolfie. City Guard was too hard fer ye?" Ragnar brummed in a slightly mocking tone, which generated a particular cold stare from Adolph. Adolph gave a short glance to the two men he had been briefing. They nodded, before they turned and walked away, passing by Kathlin and Ragnar as they journeyed up the stairs towards Alfidious chambers.
"Yes, we are happy that we have the opportunity to work for your lady." Adolph said as his gaze returned to Murphy.
"Her wisdom seems to only increase over the years, as shown by choosing the service of the White Hand. We understand she is in mourning, and we will keep quiet as we set up her new defenses."
"She will much appreciate your sensitivity, Captain." Murphy replied, the servant still as motionless as ever.
As there came a brief lull in the conversation between the servant and the Captain, Adolph turned his attention over to Ragnar who was standing next to Kathlin.
"And Ragnar, I'm surprised to see you sober. It seems so very out of character for you."
Letting out a sigh, Sharon was about to walk towards the stairs again when he suddenly heard a pair of faint yet fast footsteps outside the door.
The High Elf barely had time to turn around before the doors to the mansion flew to either side and smashed against the walls, as a frantic little black haired girl came storming into the house like a tornado.
Sharon quickly recognized said girl as Liaena, whom at that point looked like she had been through a war judging by her expression!
"Liaena?" Sharon exclaimed, while Friedrick passed through the room in the background. Upon seeing the girl however, Friedrick paused, and gave Liaena a rather generous smile.
"Ahh, Lady Rune. I am happy to see you back. I have prepared some new clothes for you, they are waiting for you in your private chambers. I have also filled the bathtub with warmwater, as I know you would like to avoid the Night Elves down in the pool. Just remember to remove the fire rune from the water before stepping into it."
After having given his message, Friedrick was off as quickly as he had came.
Sharon, on the other hand, had mostly ignored the words of his butler, too focused on Liaena herself.
"Are you alright, Liaena?!"
Judging by the late activity, I'm going to go out on a limb and speculate that Destiny might be at the very least; a half decent and enthralling game ;)
Arrr, me hearties!
And speaking of exorcism, Rithrynn; I think you should be more worried what Li will do when she finds out that you are in fact NOT cursed or mind controlled, hah
And last in; Miss Collins, with a weakness for big, fluffy cats!
Sharon merely stared at her as Rithrynn did her odd and unceremonious exit from the room and flight from him. Although some might call it weird and almost suspicious, Sharon knew that such behavior wasn't all that unusual from Rithrynn who by all definitions was a little weird.
"Great, here I'm waging a shadow war against my fallen brother but all around me my only allies are each part of some hidden plot or conspiracy." Sharon muttered under his breath while throwing his hand up in the air.
Ironically, the only allies who had been with him the entire time and held no secrets was no one else but Serphia's own warband. But that didn't matter all that much, considering the fact that the vast majority of them were either too inebriated to ever understand the concept of a plan, or too wasted after their legendarily heavy partying to even walk.
"What's next? Sherpa's now got secret agents within my own house plotting to kill me?!"
"I found him; my servants found him, they are all part of my household and all the same." Rosamery answered in a slightly irritated tone, apparently not too happy with Kathlin's sharp questions.
"It was Eddick Murphy who found my husband. This is the man you would like to speak to."
Rosamery motioned towards the servant who had been escorting Ragnar and Kathlin earlier, and who was standing right next to them at the moment. Returning from his formal bowing position, Eddick looked towards Kathlin and Ragnar.
"My name is Eddick Murphy. It was I who made the gruesome discovery of Master Alfidious abrupt demise." He replied in as dry and professional manner as he could, his pristine face unmoving.
"I have to greet our new arrivals. But if you will but accompany me down to them, I can answer any questions that you might have on our way down. It would also give our dear lady time to mourn the loss of her husband, which she sorely needs."
Eddick explained as the servant motioned towards the exit of the green observatory. The mansion was no small in size nor stature, and the journey to the first floor could take some time.
"What? Who goes the - oh by the light!" Miss Collins immediately reacted as the door to her kitchen went up. The pudgy woman turned around, pausing in the middle of hacking the head off a dead bird with a giant meatcleaver when she first saw Rithrynn, then the big nightsaber following her.
"By all the king's follies, how many times must I tell you that there are NO animals allowed on the kitchen!" Miss Collins exclaimed when she spotted Nisha who was accompanying Rithrynn, slamming the meatclaver down into the wooden table where it buried itself into the thick planks.
Walking up towards Rithrynn and Nisha, she folded her arms as she gave Rithrynn an angry look.
"It's strictly forbidden. Do you want your food spoiled or half eaten by the time of serving or what? Then you don't bring cats into my domain!"
Collins turned to look at Nisha. But as her eyes met with that of the nightsaber, her angry features suddenly abated as her face turned into a lovable smile. Grabbing the sides of the nightsaber's head, Collins began to playfully ruffle the saber's head around.
"Ohhh aren't you such a big, lovable little girl?!" Collins switched to a lovable baby voice as she addressed the big war cat.
"You look malnourished, sweets! Haven't those big elves fed you anything? Don't worry, my little tuffy, mamma Collins has a special treat or two waiting just for a nice cat such as yourself!"
"Great, here I'm waging a shadow war against my fallen brother but all around me my only allies are each part of some hidden plot or conspiracy." Sharon muttered under his breath while throwing his hand up in the air.
Ironically, the only allies who had been with him the entire time and held no secrets was no one else but Serphia's own warband. But that didn't matter all that much, considering the fact that the vast majority of them were either too inebriated to ever understand the concept of a plan, or too wasted after their legendarily heavy partying to even walk.
"What's next? Sherpa's now got secret agents within my own house plotting to kill me?!"
"I found him; my servants found him, they are all part of my household and all the same." Rosamery answered in a slightly irritated tone, apparently not too happy with Kathlin's sharp questions.
"It was Eddick Murphy who found my husband. This is the man you would like to speak to."
Rosamery motioned towards the servant who had been escorting Ragnar and Kathlin earlier, and who was standing right next to them at the moment. Returning from his formal bowing position, Eddick looked towards Kathlin and Ragnar.
"My name is Eddick Murphy. It was I who made the gruesome discovery of Master Alfidious abrupt demise." He replied in as dry and professional manner as he could, his pristine face unmoving.
"I have to greet our new arrivals. But if you will but accompany me down to them, I can answer any questions that you might have on our way down. It would also give our dear lady time to mourn the loss of her husband, which she sorely needs."
Eddick explained as the servant motioned towards the exit of the green observatory. The mansion was no small in size nor stature, and the journey to the first floor could take some time.
"What? Who goes the - oh by the light!" Miss Collins immediately reacted as the door to her kitchen went up. The pudgy woman turned around, pausing in the middle of hacking the head off a dead bird with a giant meatcleaver when she first saw Rithrynn, then the big nightsaber following her.
"By all the king's follies, how many times must I tell you that there are NO animals allowed on the kitchen!" Miss Collins exclaimed when she spotted Nisha who was accompanying Rithrynn, slamming the meatclaver down into the wooden table where it buried itself into the thick planks.
Walking up towards Rithrynn and Nisha, she folded her arms as she gave Rithrynn an angry look.
"It's strictly forbidden. Do you want your food spoiled or half eaten by the time of serving or what? Then you don't bring cats into my domain!"
Collins turned to look at Nisha. But as her eyes met with that of the nightsaber, her angry features suddenly abated as her face turned into a lovable smile. Grabbing the sides of the nightsaber's head, Collins began to playfully ruffle the saber's head around.
"Ohhh aren't you such a big, lovable little girl?!" Collins switched to a lovable baby voice as she addressed the big war cat.
"You look malnourished, sweets! Haven't those big elves fed you anything? Don't worry, my little tuffy, mamma Collins has a special treat or two waiting just for a nice cat such as yourself!"
Hmm, yes; about a year or so, that seems about right ;)
Ah, how fast time has passed.
Ah, how fast time has passed.
Hmm, good point Liaena!
Yes, earlier in our RP(years back I think), Dalaran did suffer a very serious attack from within. The attack was repelled and city is still standing(or floating), but its main tower was heavily damaged, and a lot of people were killed.
The attack was Sherpa's doing through subjugating one of its prominent magisters with the use of a cursed relic disguised as a valuable artifact.
Liaena did also fall prey to one of Sherpa's dark spells, and the event is the main reason why Liaena absolutely hates him so much ;)
And don't worry Andro, you're free to post. The only reason I asked was because I suspect Nallore's character is probably the one of you with the directions & who knows where to go :P
Yes, earlier in our RP(years back I think), Dalaran did suffer a very serious attack from within. The attack was repelled and city is still standing(or floating), but its main tower was heavily damaged, and a lot of people were killed.
The attack was Sherpa's doing through subjugating one of its prominent magisters with the use of a cursed relic disguised as a valuable artifact.
Liaena did also fall prey to one of Sherpa's dark spells, and the event is the main reason why Liaena absolutely hates him so much ;)
And don't worry Andro, you're free to post. The only reason I asked was because I suspect Nallore's character is probably the one of you with the directions & who knows where to go :P
Both of you are free to do so whenever you are ready.
Were you planning on arriving into the plot individually or together?
Were you planning on arriving into the plot individually or together?
When the door to the atrium suddenly opened, a small hope appeared in Sharon's chest that it might have been Liaena returning. But alas, it turned out to be Rithrynn to his great surprise, accompanying a large nightsaber who was dragging no small amount of snow with her inside, something that made Friedrick throw the cat a rather demeaning look that Nisha herself seemed ever so happily ignorant about.
"Rithrynn?" Sharon said from the top of the balcony, as he looked down at the Night Elf.
"Where have you been?"
He asked, taking a couple of steps down alongside the circular stairs leading down to the main floor of the atrium.
"What has she been doing? Is this another secret operation by Liaena and Rithrynn behind my back? Goodness, what are they up to this time?!"
Sharon couldn't help but wonder if the disappearance of Liaena was not linked with Rithrynn's own little trip out of the house in the middle of the night. Those two were like fire and gunpowder, and were more than capable of causing no small amount of chaos or damage when left to their own devices.
The High Elf could already start to imagine the complaints piling up at the City Guard's offices, complaints that would soon find their way to him!
"Dear light, I hope they haven't broken anything expensive."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sharon walked over to Rithrynn. He threw her nightsaber a brief look as he approached her. Rithrynn and her warband was however not the first time he had ever seen Nightsabers, which had been back in the Third Great War.
"Do you have any idea where Liaena is, Rithrynn? I haven't seen her since yesturday."
"Rithrynn?" Sharon said from the top of the balcony, as he looked down at the Night Elf.
"Where have you been?"
He asked, taking a couple of steps down alongside the circular stairs leading down to the main floor of the atrium.
"What has she been doing? Is this another secret operation by Liaena and Rithrynn behind my back? Goodness, what are they up to this time?!"
Sharon couldn't help but wonder if the disappearance of Liaena was not linked with Rithrynn's own little trip out of the house in the middle of the night. Those two were like fire and gunpowder, and were more than capable of causing no small amount of chaos or damage when left to their own devices.
The High Elf could already start to imagine the complaints piling up at the City Guard's offices, complaints that would soon find their way to him!
"Dear light, I hope they haven't broken anything expensive."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sharon walked over to Rithrynn. He threw her nightsaber a brief look as he approached her. Rithrynn and her warband was however not the first time he had ever seen Nightsabers, which had been back in the Third Great War.
"Do you have any idea where Liaena is, Rithrynn? I haven't seen her since yesturday."
Sherpa looked over at Rithrynn as she went silent. Studying her thoughtful expression, he quietly moved one arm around her and over on her shoulder.
"If your fellow sisters reflect any of your own quality Rithrynn, then Ashenvale will become little more than an umarked grave for any aggressors." Sherpa finally said after a moment of silence, smiling at Rithrynn.
Though he had spent a great deal of time marching under the tattered black banners of the Scourge, Sherpa knew well that both the Orcs and Night Elves were neither to be trifled with. Few other races could withstand the unrelenting attacks of a combined orcish horde, nor could anyone else try to mimic the sheer accuracy and skill of the ancient NIght Elven warriors.
"It is a conflict that will rage for a long time before ever seeing a resolution."
"Silverlion," Sounded the voice of a man, as the taller figure of Jamie Lasher appeared in the entrance to the living room, wearing a black pair of pants and and longer, tailed coat over a white satin shirt, and to top it all off; a black top hat and cane. He was accompanied by the shorter, slightly chubbier and bearded Ralf Barbone, who wore a set of yellow and turqoise silk robes with animal fur around his neck.
"The chariot is waiting outside. It's time to head to the docks."
Sherpa gazed back at them, and nodded. Without saying anything more, the two men walked away and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. Turning back to Rithrynn, Sherpa gave her a short kiss.
"I will have to leave now. Alice will show you out when you are ready. And don't worry, we have not forgotten about your little pet either." He stated as he rose from the sofa, and walked towards the exit to the living room. Pausing for a moment, he threw her a last look.
"I promise you I'll get us back in touch as soon as I am able to."
Outside, a wooden chariot driven by two horses had pulled up alongside the row of wealthy houses in Eternal Sun street, driven by a white cloaked chauffeur. The chariot and its driver were also accompanied by three mounted riders from the White Hand, with two riding in front of the chariot, and one behind, armed with sabers and flintlock pistols.
The door to the 32rd house finally opened up, and the bald headed White Hand member who had greeted Rithrynn from last night was the first one to step out. He walked down the flight of stairs to the street, throwing a sharp look around at the bystanders who passed by while casually resting his hand on the handle of his sword at his waist, before positioning himself next to the chariot where he waited.
Ralf Barbone and Jamie Lasher were the next ones to leave the house.
As they approached the chariot, the bald guard made sure to open the door of the chariot to them. About a minute later, the slender and white haired figure of Sherpa appeared in the doorway. He walked with a casual pace down the stairs to the street, appearing to be not in much of a hurry, unlike Ralf and Jamie whom had hurried to the chariot earlier.
Stopping just by the chariot, Sherpa exchanged some brief words with the bald headed guard. He nodded in return, before Sherpa entered the chariot and the man closed the door behind him.
With a whiplash from the chauffeur, the chariot set off in the direction of the harbor. The bald headed guard remained outside the house, before he went back inside, throwing a last look around the street before he closed the door behind him.
"No. I did not see anything." She replied unceremoniously, her faded expression following Kathlin and Ragnar.
"I was in my personal chambers, as I often am, on the other side of the mansion from Aflidious, who was in his personal studies... as usual. I heard nothing that night. I did not find out that my husband was dead until a servant decided to check on him."
"There are a couple magical wards around the house," Ragnar explained to Kathlin, the dwarf turning to the girl.
"But they were set up a while ago, and it's been months since we last had a mage visit us. One of them might have ceased to work."
"You think it was a mage then?" Rosamery then asked dryly, her eyes quickly jumping to the Dwarf.
Ragnar pulled in his beard for a moment as he thought, before shaking his head.
"We wonnae exclude the possibility of that, yer ladyship." Ragnar stated, the dwarf apparently not wanting to speculate any further.
"But, it be too early in the investigation tha say fer certain."
Behind them, the a pair of footsteps could be heard as the servant from earlier emerged from the small jungle of plants and lesser trees. Walking up next to Ragnar and Kathlin, he gracefully bowed before Lady Barthelhowe.
"Your lady, the new security you requested earlier this morning has arrived. They are currently entering the property gate." The servant said while standing in his bowing position.
"Hm! I should commend Captain Adolph on his men's efficiency. I had not expected them to arrive this soon." Rosamery said, and through her strict and motionless demeanor seemed almost impressed.
"Uh... Captain Adolph?" Ragnar asked, the dwarf raising an eyebrow at the noble lady.
"Yes. If the death of my husband is a sign of anything, then it is that the security of this house is below inadequate with the changing times." Rosamery stated, as she turned her attention back to Captain Ragnar.
"Although I appreciate the years you have spent with us, I am afraid your guild is no longer up to the task. I have already sent your guild's account in Stormwind bank the extra amount for your contract's premature cancellation. This will be your last day at my dead husband's house. Any evidence you might have found in your investigation so far I would like you to hand over to my new guards, who will continue the investigation."
"If your fellow sisters reflect any of your own quality Rithrynn, then Ashenvale will become little more than an umarked grave for any aggressors." Sherpa finally said after a moment of silence, smiling at Rithrynn.
Though he had spent a great deal of time marching under the tattered black banners of the Scourge, Sherpa knew well that both the Orcs and Night Elves were neither to be trifled with. Few other races could withstand the unrelenting attacks of a combined orcish horde, nor could anyone else try to mimic the sheer accuracy and skill of the ancient NIght Elven warriors.
"It is a conflict that will rage for a long time before ever seeing a resolution."
"Silverlion," Sounded the voice of a man, as the taller figure of Jamie Lasher appeared in the entrance to the living room, wearing a black pair of pants and and longer, tailed coat over a white satin shirt, and to top it all off; a black top hat and cane. He was accompanied by the shorter, slightly chubbier and bearded Ralf Barbone, who wore a set of yellow and turqoise silk robes with animal fur around his neck.
"The chariot is waiting outside. It's time to head to the docks."
Sherpa gazed back at them, and nodded. Without saying anything more, the two men walked away and towards the stairs leading to the first floor. Turning back to Rithrynn, Sherpa gave her a short kiss.
"I will have to leave now. Alice will show you out when you are ready. And don't worry, we have not forgotten about your little pet either." He stated as he rose from the sofa, and walked towards the exit to the living room. Pausing for a moment, he threw her a last look.
"I promise you I'll get us back in touch as soon as I am able to."
Outside, a wooden chariot driven by two horses had pulled up alongside the row of wealthy houses in Eternal Sun street, driven by a white cloaked chauffeur. The chariot and its driver were also accompanied by three mounted riders from the White Hand, with two riding in front of the chariot, and one behind, armed with sabers and flintlock pistols.
The door to the 32rd house finally opened up, and the bald headed White Hand member who had greeted Rithrynn from last night was the first one to step out. He walked down the flight of stairs to the street, throwing a sharp look around at the bystanders who passed by while casually resting his hand on the handle of his sword at his waist, before positioning himself next to the chariot where he waited.
Ralf Barbone and Jamie Lasher were the next ones to leave the house.
As they approached the chariot, the bald guard made sure to open the door of the chariot to them. About a minute later, the slender and white haired figure of Sherpa appeared in the doorway. He walked with a casual pace down the stairs to the street, appearing to be not in much of a hurry, unlike Ralf and Jamie whom had hurried to the chariot earlier.
Stopping just by the chariot, Sherpa exchanged some brief words with the bald headed guard. He nodded in return, before Sherpa entered the chariot and the man closed the door behind him.
With a whiplash from the chauffeur, the chariot set off in the direction of the harbor. The bald headed guard remained outside the house, before he went back inside, throwing a last look around the street before he closed the door behind him.
"No. I did not see anything." She replied unceremoniously, her faded expression following Kathlin and Ragnar.
"I was in my personal chambers, as I often am, on the other side of the mansion from Aflidious, who was in his personal studies... as usual. I heard nothing that night. I did not find out that my husband was dead until a servant decided to check on him."
"There are a couple magical wards around the house," Ragnar explained to Kathlin, the dwarf turning to the girl.
"But they were set up a while ago, and it's been months since we last had a mage visit us. One of them might have ceased to work."
"You think it was a mage then?" Rosamery then asked dryly, her eyes quickly jumping to the Dwarf.
Ragnar pulled in his beard for a moment as he thought, before shaking his head.
"We wonnae exclude the possibility of that, yer ladyship." Ragnar stated, the dwarf apparently not wanting to speculate any further.
"But, it be too early in the investigation tha say fer certain."
Behind them, the a pair of footsteps could be heard as the servant from earlier emerged from the small jungle of plants and lesser trees. Walking up next to Ragnar and Kathlin, he gracefully bowed before Lady Barthelhowe.
"Your lady, the new security you requested earlier this morning has arrived. They are currently entering the property gate." The servant said while standing in his bowing position.
"Hm! I should commend Captain Adolph on his men's efficiency. I had not expected them to arrive this soon." Rosamery said, and through her strict and motionless demeanor seemed almost impressed.
"Uh... Captain Adolph?" Ragnar asked, the dwarf raising an eyebrow at the noble lady.
"Yes. If the death of my husband is a sign of anything, then it is that the security of this house is below inadequate with the changing times." Rosamery stated, as she turned her attention back to Captain Ragnar.
"Although I appreciate the years you have spent with us, I am afraid your guild is no longer up to the task. I have already sent your guild's account in Stormwind bank the extra amount for your contract's premature cancellation. This will be your last day at my dead husband's house. Any evidence you might have found in your investigation so far I would like you to hand over to my new guards, who will continue the investigation."
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