"She's wrecking them all!" The shadowy figure next to Sevarian exclaimed as the men looked down into the darkness, where Serphia; supported by Vashi's magic; was making short work of the necromantic creations and skeletal aberrations. 

"I am thoroughly disappointed by your handiwork, student! This is a terrible way to impress your teacher!" Sevarian complained, before stepping closer to the edge.
"Staff!"

"Yes, Master... " The shadowy figure mumbled as he departed further back into the corridor, only to return shortly after with a black wooden staff adorned with a green gem at the shaft.
" ... and I'm telling you, I would have done better if you had given me proper tools to work with, not just animal bones."

Sevarian ignored the last statement, as the shadow mage was already preoccupied with an inaudible incantation of his own. As he focused on the killing ground below, he suddenly extended his arms to either side; before a piercing shriek penetrated the whole room and the tunnels beyond. All around the two Night Elves, the scattered bones of their undead foes that they had defeated suddenly began to move and float around; until they were reshaped into their previous designs, restored in form and power. For every skeleton that Serphia trashed, two more were conjured from the heaps of bones to take its place.

*

"Liaena, are you alright?" Sharon asked as he made the last leap onto the platform of Rithrynn and Liaena. The banshee had long since fled the cistern, disappearing into the shadows after its contact with the sanctified dagger. Walking towards Liaena, Sharon knelt down next to her to look over her. The girl herself seemed to be just fine, short of a small cut in the ham and some bruises and pale skin around her neck after the banshee. And, of course; the fact that she was covered in sewer from top to toe.

Turning towards the Night Elf who seemed hardly touched by the experience in the sewer short of a few drops of sweat, Sharon threw Rithrynn a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Rithrynn. You arrived just in time." Sharon said. Right now he was just grateful that Liaena was unharmed and still very much alive. The fact that Rithrynn, and her sisters had mostly abandoned them earlier was a topic for another time; once they were safely on the surface, preferably back at the mansion and sharing a warm cup of tea.

[i]"Speaking of the mansion, I can only pray Serphia's sentinels haven't torn it down by the time of our return... "[/i]

Lord Greymoon, who had taken the long trip around as the old man had little desire to attempt to make a leap like the much more fit Sharon, finally arrived at the platform where he approached the trio. Gazing down at Rithrynn and Liaena, he smiled, before focusing on Liaena.

"You may keep the dagger, young Lady Rune." Lord Greymoon said as he motioned towards the truesilver dagger that laid on the floor.
"I think you need it more than I do."

Greymoon turned to Sharon.

"If your brother had wanted it so, I would have been dead by now. I fear that his mercy does not extend to you two."