@Rithy
Well, at this rate, I don't think it could make matters any worse, so, sure, you may have her ;)
Well, at this rate, I don't think it could make matters any worse, so, sure, you may have her ;)
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Sharon, with his face covered by his hand, raised one finger to gaze through; before promptly closing it again. He then moved his other finger, gazing again with his left eye this time, and promptly did the same; letting out a deep sigh as he pressed his palm against his face.
"Nnnnaaaw... naaaaaww.... naaaaawww!" He groaned, in truly mental anguish, before he threw his hand away from his face and held out his arms as he stood in the window between the four Night Elves, before shouting out up at the now towering figure of the massive, ebony skinned Draenei now looming over the house like a shadow of the past come to haunt them, and shouted out;
"WHY?!"
"QUILL AND VELUM! NOW!" Sharon called out as he turned around and ushered his way past the already retreating Night Elves as he headed back towards the main corridor.
By then, his trusty butler, Frederick, had already appeared with a freshly dipped quil in one hand and a blank piece of velum in the other, standing ready.
"You called, sir?" He asked with his usual dry tone, raising a slight eyebrow as the other Night Elves fled past them, and the voice of a frightened Aleena squeaked from outside the window.
"I want a letter written to Specialist Alissah of the Purifier Order. I have a favor to ask, in return for a favor... or two." Sharon explained as he walked through the mansion with his butler in tow. Frederick had already acknowledged and was almost done with the formal introduction of the letter, his hand with the quill zooming across the once blank velum with such a dashing speed, it was as if the elder man possessed some kind of superhuman speed.
"You may have to be more specific. You know how the members of the order are." Frederick remarked dryly.
"Tell her I need to cover up some evidence... in essence, the gigantic explosion that occurred outside of our house is in no way related to either me, my staff, or my... guests."
Frederick simply nodded as he continued writing, before he raised one eye up from the letter to look at Sharon.
"And what about our big guest outside?"
"She is... part of the new problem. Perhaps it is best we keep it vague and simply inform her when Alissah arrives."
"Do you wish me to escort our guest off the perimeter?" Frederick asked in his usual courtly voice. Sharon paused to throw him a momentary look of disbelief, before shaking his head.
"No, I don't think she's in quite such a talkative mood."
Sharon reasoned, before he suddenly noticed Liaena and Kathlin as they were heading back into the house. Liaena looked mad enough, alright, but not quite enough alarmed to give any indication that she truly knew what was going on on the other side of the house.
The High Elf's initial smile of seeing his loved one quickly faded into that of a frown as he came closer, as he looked down at Liaena with a slightly hurried look.
"Liaena... your bag did not contain any growth potions, did it?" Sharon asked, his crystal blue eyes shifting between the two girls. In the back, Frederick let out a sigh as he shrugged his shoulders, as if he had seen a similar episode to this a million times before.
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"My head... owh... owhhhh... " Malizia muttered with a pained breath, as she rubbed her template with one hand as she tried to get back on her feet.
She had been trapped in total darkness, toying with her powers to the agony of the fools that had dared capture her, when suddenly a blinding yellow flash had come before her. The breath had been knocked out of her, and she opened her eyes to gaze groggily about.
"This was not the plan, no no, not at... huuh... I thought the Mage Tower was bigger than that."
Raising an eyebrow in confusion as she gazed out across the rooftops, Malizia studied the distant mage tower that now looked much smaller than she had last seen it! With a curious gesture and a 'hummh', she looked around, to spot the large mansion of the High Elf, Sharon Dal'Dieb. Except that now, it wasn't so big. No, more along the lines of a big doll house. And all around her, she saw similarly small houses.
She felt bigger, and heavier, and when the realization suddenly struck her, the Draenei's dark blue lips would break into a massive grin as she gazed down at the mansion, and the odd Night Elf, Aleena, still stuck in the tree just outside.
"Now THIS opens up possibilities, it does... !"
"Nnnnaaaw... naaaaaww.... naaaaawww!" He groaned, in truly mental anguish, before he threw his hand away from his face and held out his arms as he stood in the window between the four Night Elves, before shouting out up at the now towering figure of the massive, ebony skinned Draenei now looming over the house like a shadow of the past come to haunt them, and shouted out;
"WHY?!"
"QUILL AND VELUM! NOW!" Sharon called out as he turned around and ushered his way past the already retreating Night Elves as he headed back towards the main corridor.
By then, his trusty butler, Frederick, had already appeared with a freshly dipped quil in one hand and a blank piece of velum in the other, standing ready.
"You called, sir?" He asked with his usual dry tone, raising a slight eyebrow as the other Night Elves fled past them, and the voice of a frightened Aleena squeaked from outside the window.
"I want a letter written to Specialist Alissah of the Purifier Order. I have a favor to ask, in return for a favor... or two." Sharon explained as he walked through the mansion with his butler in tow. Frederick had already acknowledged and was almost done with the formal introduction of the letter, his hand with the quill zooming across the once blank velum with such a dashing speed, it was as if the elder man possessed some kind of superhuman speed.
"You may have to be more specific. You know how the members of the order are." Frederick remarked dryly.
"Tell her I need to cover up some evidence... in essence, the gigantic explosion that occurred outside of our house is in no way related to either me, my staff, or my... guests."
Frederick simply nodded as he continued writing, before he raised one eye up from the letter to look at Sharon.
"And what about our big guest outside?"
"She is... part of the new problem. Perhaps it is best we keep it vague and simply inform her when Alissah arrives."
"Do you wish me to escort our guest off the perimeter?" Frederick asked in his usual courtly voice. Sharon paused to throw him a momentary look of disbelief, before shaking his head.
"No, I don't think she's in quite such a talkative mood."
Sharon reasoned, before he suddenly noticed Liaena and Kathlin as they were heading back into the house. Liaena looked mad enough, alright, but not quite enough alarmed to give any indication that she truly knew what was going on on the other side of the house.
The High Elf's initial smile of seeing his loved one quickly faded into that of a frown as he came closer, as he looked down at Liaena with a slightly hurried look.
"Liaena... your bag did not contain any growth potions, did it?" Sharon asked, his crystal blue eyes shifting between the two girls. In the back, Frederick let out a sigh as he shrugged his shoulders, as if he had seen a similar episode to this a million times before.
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"My head... owh... owhhhh... " Malizia muttered with a pained breath, as she rubbed her template with one hand as she tried to get back on her feet.
She had been trapped in total darkness, toying with her powers to the agony of the fools that had dared capture her, when suddenly a blinding yellow flash had come before her. The breath had been knocked out of her, and she opened her eyes to gaze groggily about.
"This was not the plan, no no, not at... huuh... I thought the Mage Tower was bigger than that."
Raising an eyebrow in confusion as she gazed out across the rooftops, Malizia studied the distant mage tower that now looked much smaller than she had last seen it! With a curious gesture and a 'hummh', she looked around, to spot the large mansion of the High Elf, Sharon Dal'Dieb. Except that now, it wasn't so big. No, more along the lines of a big doll house. And all around her, she saw similarly small houses.
She felt bigger, and heavier, and when the realization suddenly struck her, the Draenei's dark blue lips would break into a massive grin as she gazed down at the mansion, and the odd Night Elf, Aleena, still stuck in the tree just outside.
"Now THIS opens up possibilities, it does... !"
I guess in some way, if Malizia's mission had ever been to harm Sharon, she has at least succeeded to a certain degree :P
When he saw Vashi raise her staff to fire, Sharon would raise his hand as well, as if to say "I think you shouldn't do that... "
However, before the High Elf had barely said "I think you shouldn't... ", Vashi had already fired off her magic missiles, and Sharon watched in silent horror as they slowly dazzled down from the sky... and hit the satchel.
The ensuing explosion did, like it did to many of the surrounding buildings, also succeed fantastically in destroying any facade of calmness or tranquility that Sharon may have been sporting. Seeing the magical cloud of colorful smoke rise up into the air, Sharon's jaw were just as deep into the floor as that of the rest of the sentinels in the room.
It took a couple of seconds of pure astonishment before the High Elf's brain finally managed to make sense of things, and he turned to Serphia with a frantic look on his face.
"YOU JUST BLEW UP THE WHOLE STREET!!" Sharon exclaimed, pointing out the window and his eyes wide with disbelief as he said so!
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, WOMAN?! NO, I SHOULD RATHER SAY; WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL?!"
Sharon called out to Serphia, this time not holding anything back, or even attempting to be diplomatic!
Deep down, his brain knew the poor idea of inspiring the Captain's ire, but after the recent show she had put on, any concern for that had been placed well in the back when it cames to things that currently worried him.
Quickly looking out the window, Sharon was relieved to see that most of the surrounding buildings had only taken surface damage from the looks of it, featuring charred fronts and walls with some broken windows. He couldn't see anyone injured or dead, or at least from his limited view.
"Dear light, how did it ever come to this... " Sharon leaned against the window, moving his hands through his hair and eventually peering out at the carnage from through his fingers.
Fortunately the potion fires from Liaena's satchel had quickly burnt out, and all in all, the damage had looked more impressive than it truly was. That still did not change the fact that at the very least, even if no one had been seriously injured, they had just shell-shocked an entire street, and caused countless of golds worth of material damage!
Sharon cringed as he stared at the scene, halfway expecting some bizarre after-effect of the potions to manifest in some acidic raincloud that would set itself over all of Stormwind, a demonic portal, or a now-turned-giant Malizia rising out of the yellow smoke!
"How could this get any worse?!"
However, before the High Elf had barely said "I think you shouldn't... ", Vashi had already fired off her magic missiles, and Sharon watched in silent horror as they slowly dazzled down from the sky... and hit the satchel.
The ensuing explosion did, like it did to many of the surrounding buildings, also succeed fantastically in destroying any facade of calmness or tranquility that Sharon may have been sporting. Seeing the magical cloud of colorful smoke rise up into the air, Sharon's jaw were just as deep into the floor as that of the rest of the sentinels in the room.
It took a couple of seconds of pure astonishment before the High Elf's brain finally managed to make sense of things, and he turned to Serphia with a frantic look on his face.
"YOU JUST BLEW UP THE WHOLE STREET!!" Sharon exclaimed, pointing out the window and his eyes wide with disbelief as he said so!
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, WOMAN?! NO, I SHOULD RATHER SAY; WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL?!"
Sharon called out to Serphia, this time not holding anything back, or even attempting to be diplomatic!
Deep down, his brain knew the poor idea of inspiring the Captain's ire, but after the recent show she had put on, any concern for that had been placed well in the back when it cames to things that currently worried him.
Quickly looking out the window, Sharon was relieved to see that most of the surrounding buildings had only taken surface damage from the looks of it, featuring charred fronts and walls with some broken windows. He couldn't see anyone injured or dead, or at least from his limited view.
"Dear light, how did it ever come to this... " Sharon leaned against the window, moving his hands through his hair and eventually peering out at the carnage from through his fingers.
Fortunately the potion fires from Liaena's satchel had quickly burnt out, and all in all, the damage had looked more impressive than it truly was. That still did not change the fact that at the very least, even if no one had been seriously injured, they had just shell-shocked an entire street, and caused countless of golds worth of material damage!
Sharon cringed as he stared at the scene, halfway expecting some bizarre after-effect of the potions to manifest in some acidic raincloud that would set itself over all of Stormwind, a demonic portal, or a now-turned-giant Malizia rising out of the yellow smoke!
"How could this get any worse?!"
“Eh. Fine. If Sharon’s up for it”
"We probably should anyway... " Sharon muttered as he thought over the matter. Knowing what he did about Serphia and how receptive she was to her supposed allies, let alone to strangers, it might be a good idea to present themselves as backup for Mei.
Hopefully the Draenei would do fine on her own. Hopefully. Yet he knew too much to be an optimist around the Captain.
Yet when they finally found the Captain, the ensuing chaos that followed them from downstairs left Sharon dumbstruck for a moment. Gazing ahead at the trail left behind by Aleena and the rest of the Night Elves trying to rescue her, the High Elf quietly shook his head to the sound of a vase being knocked over and promptly crushed to fine dust in the room that the Night Elves had went into, before he leaned in towards Liaena to mutter quietly to her.
"I appreciate the assist, but are you really sure that was the best idea?" He asked, though fully aware that Serphia, what with her elven hearing, might very well be able to overhear even their quiet conversation!
"I think, Captain Serphia... " Sharon eventually started, throwing an uncertain look towards the Captain, and then back at the room into which Aleena and the other elves had gone. The sounds of chaos and destruction emanated clearly from the open door, and Sharon felt his stomach turn at the thought of the price tag of that little shenanigan.
" ... that the problem is in the most able bodied hands."
Sharon finished, trying his best to avoid sounding sarcastic.
He had a nagging idea that it would be bad to try to lie about the satchel or who it belonged to. He had a lingering suspicion that Serphia already knew, and lying to a power-mad officer was probably one of the worse ideas. No, perhaps it might help to play her megalomaniac side with some flattery.
Hopefully Liaena and Kathlin were thinking the same...
Noticing Mei walking next to Serphia, Sharon threw a smile as he looked over at the towering Draenei; the only other figure in the corridor that stood head to head with the already towering figure of the 8ft tall Night Elven Captain. Giving Mei a motion with his hand, a gesture of acknowledgement, the High Elf called out to her.
"I presume your mission is going as planned, Mei?"
"We probably should anyway... " Sharon muttered as he thought over the matter. Knowing what he did about Serphia and how receptive she was to her supposed allies, let alone to strangers, it might be a good idea to present themselves as backup for Mei.
Hopefully the Draenei would do fine on her own. Hopefully. Yet he knew too much to be an optimist around the Captain.
Yet when they finally found the Captain, the ensuing chaos that followed them from downstairs left Sharon dumbstruck for a moment. Gazing ahead at the trail left behind by Aleena and the rest of the Night Elves trying to rescue her, the High Elf quietly shook his head to the sound of a vase being knocked over and promptly crushed to fine dust in the room that the Night Elves had went into, before he leaned in towards Liaena to mutter quietly to her.
"I appreciate the assist, but are you really sure that was the best idea?" He asked, though fully aware that Serphia, what with her elven hearing, might very well be able to overhear even their quiet conversation!
"I think, Captain Serphia... " Sharon eventually started, throwing an uncertain look towards the Captain, and then back at the room into which Aleena and the other elves had gone. The sounds of chaos and destruction emanated clearly from the open door, and Sharon felt his stomach turn at the thought of the price tag of that little shenanigan.
" ... that the problem is in the most able bodied hands."
Sharon finished, trying his best to avoid sounding sarcastic.
He had a nagging idea that it would be bad to try to lie about the satchel or who it belonged to. He had a lingering suspicion that Serphia already knew, and lying to a power-mad officer was probably one of the worse ideas. No, perhaps it might help to play her megalomaniac side with some flattery.
Hopefully Liaena and Kathlin were thinking the same...
Noticing Mei walking next to Serphia, Sharon threw a smile as he looked over at the towering Draenei; the only other figure in the corridor that stood head to head with the already towering figure of the 8ft tall Night Elven Captain. Giving Mei a motion with his hand, a gesture of acknowledgement, the High Elf called out to her.
"I presume your mission is going as planned, Mei?"
omg, that's a new speed-posting record for @Feychild 2016 :D
Afraid you're getting some competition, Rithy? ;)
Sharon gazed at Aleena's purple face which was currently taking up most of his view, before craning his head up and backwards; enough so to be able to see the other Sentinel Lithrielle standing behind him.
"Sounds like a lover's quarrel."
He thought to himself, his mind already working on how he could get himself out of this situation as soon as possible. He was not so sure whether he liked his position so much. Although Night Elven sentinels did indeed look good, being stuck between two of them was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
And he was also within eyesight of Liaena...
"I wish that I knew enough to tell... " Sharon muttered as he gazed back at Sentinel Lithrielle with a slight frown of confused innocence.
"Sentinel Aleena here appears to have a great interest in my magic tricks. In fact, she wondered if she and me could head upstairs so that I could do some "enchantments" for her."
Sharon said, raising a not-so-subtle eyebrow in a wink as he glanced back at the currently mute Aleena. As he turned his sea blue eyes back to look at Lithrielle, trying to gauge her reaction, he could almost have sworn he saw a sudden flash of lightning shoot past in her left eye.
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"Let’s see how this plays out”
"YES! LET'S!" Suddenly sounded the maniacal cackle of Malizia, and shortly after the announced warning, Liaena could suddenly feel herself hoisted up in the air by her satchel as she clutched on to it, forced into a mid air barrel roll before crashing back into the floor on her back!
Malizia's crazed and evil laughter still emanating from within the satchel, and Liaena would find herself suddenly pulled along the floor after the satchel by one of its straps; girl and bag beginning to zoom around in the room as if it was haunted. Tables were knocked over and Night Elves had to jump up as Liaena was dragged around the room by whatever invisible force it had taken hold of the bag, a sense of chaos beginning to return to the room.
And through the carnage that was beginning to unfold in the room with poor Liaena currently being used as a makeshift human wrecking ball, Malizia's laughter only grew louder and louder!
"Sounds like a lover's quarrel."
He thought to himself, his mind already working on how he could get himself out of this situation as soon as possible. He was not so sure whether he liked his position so much. Although Night Elven sentinels did indeed look good, being stuck between two of them was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
And he was also within eyesight of Liaena...
"I wish that I knew enough to tell... " Sharon muttered as he gazed back at Sentinel Lithrielle with a slight frown of confused innocence.
"Sentinel Aleena here appears to have a great interest in my magic tricks. In fact, she wondered if she and me could head upstairs so that I could do some "enchantments" for her."
Sharon said, raising a not-so-subtle eyebrow in a wink as he glanced back at the currently mute Aleena. As he turned his sea blue eyes back to look at Lithrielle, trying to gauge her reaction, he could almost have sworn he saw a sudden flash of lightning shoot past in her left eye.
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"Let’s see how this plays out”
"YES! LET'S!" Suddenly sounded the maniacal cackle of Malizia, and shortly after the announced warning, Liaena could suddenly feel herself hoisted up in the air by her satchel as she clutched on to it, forced into a mid air barrel roll before crashing back into the floor on her back!
Malizia's crazed and evil laughter still emanating from within the satchel, and Liaena would find herself suddenly pulled along the floor after the satchel by one of its straps; girl and bag beginning to zoom around in the room as if it was haunted. Tables were knocked over and Night Elves had to jump up as Liaena was dragged around the room by whatever invisible force it had taken hold of the bag, a sense of chaos beginning to return to the room.
And through the carnage that was beginning to unfold in the room with poor Liaena currently being used as a makeshift human wrecking ball, Malizia's laughter only grew louder and louder!
Sharon cast a glance towards Kathlin's voice of concern, before he smiled at her.
"Sure I may be the VIP target here, but that doesn't make the lives of those around me any less valuable." He said, giving Kathlin a consoling nod as he studied the expression of the girl, although her mention of his personage made him furrow one brow; for whatever such a saying could entail for their upcoming adventure.
"At the very least, perhaps you should bring a Night Elf or two with you. For all their flaws, they do their body guard job rather well... "
Speaking of Night Elves, there was one coming right towards him.
Eying Aleena as she marched forward like an unstoppable juggernaut, casually brushing Liaena aside as if she was but a leaf in the path of a brewing storm, she stepped up to him and leaned in down to him, before starting to complain; first about her sword, and then about the wine.
"Ahem... "
Sharon coughed, eying Aleena as if he wasn't really sure where she was going with it all, or what her intentions truly were.
He studied her expression. Was she really going to complain about his evil brother destroying her favourite toy, or was there something else she was trying to say?
Admittedly, given the intelligence and subtlety displayed so far by the Night Elves, it was difficult to say...
"First of all... " Sharon started, assuming as much of a diplomatic posture as he could with Aleena's face literally looming over his.
"I am not responsible for any actions of my brother. He is a free man, and anything he does, he does out of his own free will, on his own accord. As are his actions his own, so well as the responsibility of those actions. Now, I will not pretend to be an expert in Night Elven tradition, but in the tradition of both Humans and High Elves, the blame of a son or brother does not extend itself to the rest of the family."
Sharon said, constantly eying Aleena's expression throughout the whole talk, trying to gauge whether he was about to step on a verbal landmine or something.
"As for the wine... are we truly empty? I thought I had enough to last a dwarven army through the month." He said, trying to sound surprised. Though in all honesty, he was not surprised at all that the wine storage was empty, for he had full well seen and witnessed the partying of the elves.
Light save his wallet... this elven protection was expensive.
Smiling, he placed one hand on Aleena's shoulder, moving it slightly behind her head.
"Besides, I do not think any sword made here in Stormwind could ever truly match the skill of a Keldorei smith... "
All the while, the tin in Liaena's hands that was holding Malizia moved slightly as the Draenei seemed to be waking up, slowly. There was a moment of silent, before it suddenly began to shake again.
"What foul trickery is this?!" Suddenly sounded Malizia's voice from the tin, just before it started to shake violently.
"You are a fool if you think this mortal prison can hold me!"
Without a warning, almost as if some invisible hands had grabbed the tin can, it shot straight up in Liaena's hands to smack her right in the lower face; as if fired by a rubber band.
"This feeble box can never contain my great power! BEHOLD!"
And without a warning, the tin flew back up again, giving Liaena another smack square in the face.
Sharon heard the commotion coming from behind Aleena, but with the big Sentinel currently looming over him, it was impossible for him to tell what was actually going on behind Aleena with Liaena, the smaller girl hidden away by the purple obstacle in his path.
However, stuck as he was in the negotiations with Aleena, he continued to smile up at her; firm in the belief that whatever it was, Liaena would be able to solve it herself.
"Sure I may be the VIP target here, but that doesn't make the lives of those around me any less valuable." He said, giving Kathlin a consoling nod as he studied the expression of the girl, although her mention of his personage made him furrow one brow; for whatever such a saying could entail for their upcoming adventure.
"At the very least, perhaps you should bring a Night Elf or two with you. For all their flaws, they do their body guard job rather well... "
Speaking of Night Elves, there was one coming right towards him.
Eying Aleena as she marched forward like an unstoppable juggernaut, casually brushing Liaena aside as if she was but a leaf in the path of a brewing storm, she stepped up to him and leaned in down to him, before starting to complain; first about her sword, and then about the wine.
"Ahem... "
Sharon coughed, eying Aleena as if he wasn't really sure where she was going with it all, or what her intentions truly were.
He studied her expression. Was she really going to complain about his evil brother destroying her favourite toy, or was there something else she was trying to say?
Admittedly, given the intelligence and subtlety displayed so far by the Night Elves, it was difficult to say...
"First of all... " Sharon started, assuming as much of a diplomatic posture as he could with Aleena's face literally looming over his.
"I am not responsible for any actions of my brother. He is a free man, and anything he does, he does out of his own free will, on his own accord. As are his actions his own, so well as the responsibility of those actions. Now, I will not pretend to be an expert in Night Elven tradition, but in the tradition of both Humans and High Elves, the blame of a son or brother does not extend itself to the rest of the family."
Sharon said, constantly eying Aleena's expression throughout the whole talk, trying to gauge whether he was about to step on a verbal landmine or something.
"As for the wine... are we truly empty? I thought I had enough to last a dwarven army through the month." He said, trying to sound surprised. Though in all honesty, he was not surprised at all that the wine storage was empty, for he had full well seen and witnessed the partying of the elves.
Light save his wallet... this elven protection was expensive.
Smiling, he placed one hand on Aleena's shoulder, moving it slightly behind her head.
"Besides, I do not think any sword made here in Stormwind could ever truly match the skill of a Keldorei smith... "
All the while, the tin in Liaena's hands that was holding Malizia moved slightly as the Draenei seemed to be waking up, slowly. There was a moment of silent, before it suddenly began to shake again.
"What foul trickery is this?!" Suddenly sounded Malizia's voice from the tin, just before it started to shake violently.
"You are a fool if you think this mortal prison can hold me!"
Without a warning, almost as if some invisible hands had grabbed the tin can, it shot straight up in Liaena's hands to smack her right in the lower face; as if fired by a rubber band.
"This feeble box can never contain my great power! BEHOLD!"
And without a warning, the tin flew back up again, giving Liaena another smack square in the face.
Sharon heard the commotion coming from behind Aleena, but with the big Sentinel currently looming over him, it was impossible for him to tell what was actually going on behind Aleena with Liaena, the smaller girl hidden away by the purple obstacle in his path.
However, stuck as he was in the negotiations with Aleena, he continued to smile up at her; firm in the belief that whatever it was, Liaena would be able to solve it herself.
"I think there are limits, even to Night Elven stupidity... " Sharon muttered with a thoughtful expression, throwing a wary look over at the Night Elves to the room to make sure none of them heard that comment.
Fortunately, the Sentinels seemed too preoccupied by making fun of Luci, and watching the interaction between Luci and a very interested Naliyah.
"The main question is how much we can trust the city guard." Sharon replied as he turned to look at Liaena, becoming aware of the all-too-obvious desire to get rid of Malizia as soon as possible. A desire that was understandable, but one that Sharon also realized was one that they couldn't hurry. If they did it wrong and Malizia simply got away, then what would they do?
"If she manages to escape, it would hardly make the situation any better. I doubt she would let herself be caught so easily the next time." The High Elf said as he walked over to where Malizia lay on the ground, motioning for the two Night Elves sitting on top of her to move away as he knelt down next to the sleeping Draenei to poke at her.
He knew he had made plenty of jabs at the Night Elves and their general level of competence when it came to matters of urban security and prisoners in general, but at the same time, Sharon had to admit that his trust in the City Guard was shaky as well.
If they had been doing their job, he wouldn't have to deal with these constant house invasions, let alone have to hire a warband of Night Elves!
"I'm going to make a petition to the Burgmeister for a reevaluation of the City Guard once this is over!"
"I think it is best if we take her with us ourselves. While it would be risky, we would at least be there to see her locked up chains." Sharon reasoned as he looked back up at Liaena.
"It is the surest way to confine her, unless you want to just shrink her and have her exchange place with Rithrynn."
Fortunately, the Sentinels seemed too preoccupied by making fun of Luci, and watching the interaction between Luci and a very interested Naliyah.
"The main question is how much we can trust the city guard." Sharon replied as he turned to look at Liaena, becoming aware of the all-too-obvious desire to get rid of Malizia as soon as possible. A desire that was understandable, but one that Sharon also realized was one that they couldn't hurry. If they did it wrong and Malizia simply got away, then what would they do?
"If she manages to escape, it would hardly make the situation any better. I doubt she would let herself be caught so easily the next time." The High Elf said as he walked over to where Malizia lay on the ground, motioning for the two Night Elves sitting on top of her to move away as he knelt down next to the sleeping Draenei to poke at her.
He knew he had made plenty of jabs at the Night Elves and their general level of competence when it came to matters of urban security and prisoners in general, but at the same time, Sharon had to admit that his trust in the City Guard was shaky as well.
If they had been doing their job, he wouldn't have to deal with these constant house invasions, let alone have to hire a warband of Night Elves!
"I'm going to make a petition to the Burgmeister for a reevaluation of the City Guard once this is over!"
"I think it is best if we take her with us ourselves. While it would be risky, we would at least be there to see her locked up chains." Sharon reasoned as he looked back up at Liaena.
"It is the surest way to confine her, unless you want to just shrink her and have her exchange place with Rithrynn."
Oi finished a new picture!!
This time of teh group! :D
That picture is something I could very well imagine'd be a scene in the Roleplay itself.
Also, dem anime eyes!
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