"Fan out! I want a perimeter around the elevator!" Sounded the booming voice of a White Hand Captain with a very large mustache that he stroked as he and at least two dozen White Hand soldiers just entered the room on the other side of the storage area opposite of the Night Elves and their human companions.
"This is the only way they could have gone if they continued further down. If they seek to get to the docks, they will have to get through this place!"
The White Hand mercenaries that had just entered the room consisted of a diverse mix of fighters, from battlemages, chevaliers and heavily armored knights carrying large tower shields.
Aside from them, the four chevaliers already in the room, alongside six workers, rallied around the Captain as he walked towards the center of the room before the elevator entrance.
"Sir, the elevator is destroyed. Even if they get here, they won't be able to use it!" One of the storage workers said as the Captain walked up to the group.
"Maybe, but we will take no chances. We have just received reports that one of the Night Elves even jumped off the southeastern castle wall. These elves are crazy, we must be ready for anything!" The Captain explained, before looking to the storage workers.
"All non-combat personell, grab a sword and a lantern each and assist the search. We are under attack by bloodthirsty savages who will not hesitate to kill you. Pacifism will not be tolerated, neither by the enemy or myself!"
The Captain instructed, motioning for the nearby Chevalier to start equipping the storage workers with lanterns and shortswords. In the meantime, the Captain turned around and walked away from the group while staring up with a thoughtful expression at the row of crates currently concealing the Night Elves and priests, unaware of their presence for the moment.
In the rest of the storage area, the knights had formed a four man team that stood watch in front of the elevator, creating a small shield wall. Some of the firearm wielding chevaliers and battlemages had taken to higher ground, beginning to patrol the wooden walkway hanging from the roof in the storage hall. All the wile the lightly armed storage workers had began to move around between the shelves and crates, assisting in the search.
"Captain, that investor elf, Silverlion will be coming to make an inspection soon." One of the chevaliers reported to the White Hand Captain.
"Why the Grandmaster lets him walk around I do not know, still, make sure no one is slacking. I want to impress him when he arrives. If we can capture the intruders before that, even better." The Captain answered, still stroking his mustache while picking up a cigar from a pouch on his waist.
"And would you please tell one of the battlemages that I need a light down here, thank you."