Liaena glared stonily up into Serphia’s face. Despite having a very large, angry Night Elf looming over her she did not back down. “That [b]wasn’t[/b] the enemy. That was some random, hired, useless mercenary. And even if you kill him, there’s more than enough mercs-for-hire in this city for Sherpa to send after you, ‘again, and again, and again’. We have a [b]guild[/b] for it!”

Ticking off the first point angrily on her hand, Liaena’s voice started to rise angrily again. “Secondly, lets [i]assume[/i] that he knows anything useful at all and this isn’t a complete waste of time. I’ve seen Rithrynn take down four, five people at once without breaking a sweat, why would you send your entire SQUAD after one man? It makes no sense! And thirdly--”

Turning towards the balcony above them with Lord Graymoon on it, Liaena stabbed a furious finger towards it. “—if there was a dark mage or something up there, they’d be a part of Sherpa’s inner circle, they’re not so replaceable, and they might actually know something about what’s going on! WHY, wouldn’t you chase HIM, instead!?”

“……..”

A brief silence followed. Serphia looked one step away from ripping off heads, while Liaena glowered silently at her as her rage slowly cooled.

[i]“This is stupid. It’s not as though I can make any difference at this point”[/i]

“…Did you find anything at all?” Liaena called up to Graymoon, taking a step away from Serphia as she looked up at the balcony. To Serphia, she spared a brief disparaging glance. “—and fourthly, you should sit down, or you’ll make the wound start bleeding again”