“…..”

“…..I hope your Mister Dal’dieb is insured”

Studying the huge cloud of dust, Liaena took a tentative step forward. “What, against war zones? That’d be a premium”

“You live with him. It’s a reasonable expense”

Creeeeeeeeeak

….

CRACK

….

[b]CRASHHHHHH![/b]

With a very final splintering of wood, the much abused timber and plaster beneath the combatants gave way beneath the combined weight of Draenei + Draenei + Draenei’s heavy Death-Knight armour. Liaena was left staring at a large hole in the floor, from which a slight fog caused by Malizia’s frost spells gently rose.

“….I hope your Mister Dal’dieb is okay”

“With his luck, he’s probably stuck in the Death Knight’s butt….” Liaena hissed as she sat down at the edge of the hole, feet dangling over the edge as she started to lower herself in. “…I’m going down there”

“Okay”

 Landing lightly on the floor of the room the pair had crashed into; Liaena identified the place as one of the many store rooms linked to the kitchen Miss Collins held sway over. In all likelihood the place would recently have been full, all of the shelves were now stripped courtesy of the Night-Elf storm that had swept through the manor….Liaena wasn’t sure whether or not this constituted a silver lining.

Drawing her dart-gun from a pocket, Liaena checked to ensure the thing was loaded with a suitable vial as she approached the groaning mass of limbs cautiously. “Sharon? Hey, Sharon?”