“It is good to see you again, Rithrynn.” 

Rithrynn peered back at Sherpa, unsure how to continue. 

This was after all a den of villainy and thievery, populated by cut throats, rogues and assassins. Not to mention the walking dead and spirits of the damned. 
Even though Rithrynn could convince herself with a little stretch of her imagination that Sherpa did not have anything to do with the mentioned former, she found it much more difficult to absolve him of any connection to the latter.

After all, he was a Death Knight.
And Stormwind did not have a large population of dark practitioners, at least as far as Rithrynn was aware.

Yet, then again, this was perhaps a chance for her to solve all their problems?

Lowering her arms, Rithrynn eventually smiled back at Sherpa. Despite the circumstances, the unanswered questions and the suspicion, Rithrynn felt her old feelings for the man resurface as he smiled at her. 
Without a warning, Rithrynn suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the High Elf, giving him a steely hug as she squeezed him against herself.

“I’m so glad to see you too!”