Vashi had been watching the conversation when Greymoon suddenly approached her, asking her for a lift. At first, the Night Elven Magi wasn't sure; but as she saw the temper of the debate rising, Vashi realized that the less she had to do with the conversation between Liaena and the Captain, the better!

"Oh, I can!" She quickly said, turning to face the human noble. Pointing her staff at the man, she muttered a short enchantment, and suddenly Lord Greymoon would himself being raised up from the ground as if by invisible hands.
Controlling the spell with her staff, Vashi pulled the human up into the air and moved him carefully over towards the balcony before she cancelled the spell, allowing the old man to land safely on the ledge.

Meanwhile, at the actual conversation; Serphia's face looked nothing but outright offended, as if the intrepid little human had just called her very honor into question. Glaring down at the human with eyes burning with righteous anger, the Captain stepped forward as well. The Captain towered over the short human girl, dwarfing her presence in the room with that of her own.

"Are you calling me reckless?" Serphia asked as she glared down at the human. Any attempt from Sharon to defuse the situation failed as Serphia seemed to ignore his very existence at the moment. It seemed like in Serphia's world, the only two things that existed right now was Liaena, and her divine resentment towards the former.

"I have known war for over a millennium - something your short lived human brain cannot even begin to comprehend. I have fought against degenerated beasts, hellish demons, the undying legions of the scourge and the savage animals of the Horde. And in every single fight, I have endured."

Serphia leaned forward, lowering herself a little as to peer down into Liaena's face.

"I know how to gauge the enemy. We may have suffered injuries, but they have lost scores of their own. I know how you humans think. You like to sit in your stone castles, avoid conflict whenever possible, and avoid the killing ground. Your unwillingness to risk danger is the reason your kingdoms fell. It is the reason why you never managed to exterminate the orcs. You may know the importance of defense, but you have no notion of attack. If you do not finish your enemy, it will run away, lick their wounds, and come again. Again, and again, and again."

Serphia glared at Liaena, before standing back up again.

"I will get out of here. Don't give me any reason to regret that decision."

*

Rithrynn immediately saw the mysterious man at the end of the corridor and spontaneously raised her bow and arrow at the ready to fire. But that was when she suddenly catched a glimpse of the elf's face, and recognized who it was!

[i]"By Elune?!"[/i]

In that moment, every single thought in Rithrynn's head had immediately evaporated when she recognized that it was Sherpa, and her heart skipped a beat. 

The Nigh Elf merely stared in surprised as Sherpa for the few seconds he was visible, before he disappeared around the other corner. It was not until he had done so that Rithrynn suddenly let go off her arrow without a thought, letting it fly through the air and pin itself into the bricks of the wall behind where Sherpa just had stood. It took a moment for Rithrynn to realize what had just happened, or that she had even fired off an arrow for that matter.

"Shani! Leia!" Rithrynn called out into the tunnel where her sisters had previously gone in pursuit of the fleeing assassin, but she got no response. They were probably far away already in their hunt for the assassin.

At that moment, the Night Elf felt a strong sense of ambivalence. A part of her itched to pursue Sherpa through the tunnel. But another part of her wanted her to follow her sisters instead, which would probably be a lot safer.
But if she did, she would also lose this potential opportunity. She had not seen Sherpa in ages, and she had so many questions! What was he doing in the sewers? Was he involved with the assassins? Was Liaena right? 

RIthrynn wasn't even sure if what she had seen was real, or if she was just imagining things, but she decided against her better instincts to follow. 
For all she knew, it might just have been another one of the assassins she had mistaken for Sherpa. In any case, she did not intend to take any unnecessary risks and placed another arrow into her bow before she quickly walked down through the sewer tunnel in the direction that she had last seen Sherpa go. Sherpa had been walking after all, so she should be able to catch up with him shortly.