"I thought you were supposed to be a tactician!”

[i]"Oh no.... "[/i]

Sharon's skin gained a slight pale tint as he followed the heated argument between Serphia and Liaena. Although the High Elf agreed with Liaena's points, the human girl's way of conveying her message was unnecessarily colorful. As much as her emotions may have been justified in the greater scheme of all things, they were not helping the diplomacy one bit.

"Ahem!"

The High Elf stepped forward, walking up besides Liaena and placing one arm around her shoulder as he gazed up at Serphia. The Captain's gaze was usually not warm or comfortable, but right now; it was utterly chilling, and it felt as if it pierced right through his mortal body and into his soul!

"What she means to say is that she appreciates your work. But, she is still shaken after having almost been carried off by one of the corpseless dead." Sharon explained as he motioned towards Liaena.
"But now we should get out of here. And would it not be better if we stayed together? One assassin isn't truly worth risking the whole group's safety, don't you agree?"

While Sharon and Serphia were talking, Greymoon had walked up to the spectating Vashi. The old man motioned for the elf's attention.

"Greetings, noble Kaldorei. If I may ask for a favor. I am in need of your power." The old man said, before he turned and pointed up towards the balcony that Sevarian and Serphia had fought on earlier.
"Could you help me get up there? I wish to see what is up there. If you would be so kind... "

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"Light curse me!" Donald hissed as he glanced behind him, only to see three Night Elves closing in. They were fast, and their long legs were catching up to him rapidly. The assassin was agile, leaping across small rocks and obstacles as he escaped through the tunnels. But the Nigh Elves were not sluggish either, and seemed as unhindered as himself by the environment in the sewer.
He was running through a maze of narrow corridors, barely tall enough for the Night Elves to stand in without crashing their heads into the low corridor roof. The stone walls and floor was slick, filled with various assortments of slug and fungi that decorated the corridors.

Donald took a quick turn to the side when the another tunnel appeared to the right, escaping into, with Shani and Leia hot on his heels.

But as Rithrynn was about to charge in after her sisters, a figure suddenly appeared further up in the corridor where the tunnel split in two. Stepping out from one of the tunnels was a silver haired man wearing a black, silver trimmed shoulder cloak over a black coat. His hair, much like his skin, was pale as snow, and ran down to behind his neck. He appeared to be a High Elf, judging by his pointy ears and slim figure.

As he passed the corridor leading to Rithrynn, Sherpa turned around to see the Nigh Elf. His blue, greyish eyes met with hers, but remained motionless. The High Elf didn't seem to react to her presence at all, as he merely turned his head back to the corridor ahead and walked away, until he disappeared out of sight again.