The fact that Serphia had even let Liaena come close to her without flinging the girl across the room was a miracle by itself. Sharon watched the trio closely, with the same intensity as if Liaena had been in the process of disabling a giant bomb.

“I have some medical supplies, if you need any.” Sharon said as he walked over to the group, offering his medical satchel to Liaena. 
There was little denying that Serphia possessed a remarkable toughness. A gunshot wound like that would have left most people lying on the ground and writhing in pain, and possibly a lot of panic as well. 

The fact that Serphia was still walking about with nothing less than a slight hindrance certainly helped reinforce the image of Serphia as a nail eating, unstoppable Jaggernaut in Sharon’s eyes.

“After we’re done here, it might be best to return to the Inn. I doubt there is much else that we’ll be able to find in this sewer. Especially without someone who knows the way.”

“There’s a lot of animal bones here, Sharon.” Lord Greymoon commented as he walked around the room, kicking the occasional goat skull around.
“And I highly doubt they were conjured out of thin air. These villains may have bought or stolen them from somewhere. Perhaps a butcher shop in Stormwind.”

“Why do they even need so many bones? Surely there’s easier ways to create a death trap.”