"Hard to say without knowing the person, not that I'd suggest Death Knights are known for their diverse and colorful personalities. At least in anything other than their favorite atrocities and torture styles." Sharon would reply from Liaena's shoulder as the High Elf cast a thoughtful gaze behind them at the large, hovering body of the Draenei.

A Draenei that was still much larger and bigger than either of the two, utterly dwarfing Liaena and absolutely massive compared to the smaller High Elf.

[i]"We're going to need a lot of rope."[/i]

A single bodyslam from her would probably be enough to put both Liaena and Sharon out of the game, and that was without even taking into account the fact that she was also in possession of dark and terrible magic!

Restraining the Death Knight would be half of the job, Sharon suspected. He had no intention of letting the Death Knight run loose in her cell, especially with Liaena around. And him. Nothing good could ever come out of it, as he had no intention of ever underestimating his opponent.

Such a mistake had cost his entire race, nay; the entirety of the northern kingdoms dearly!

"To begin with, I'd suggest pretending to know more than we actually do, and thus lure her to potentially leak more knowledge. Other than that, I know that Death Knights tend to be pretty high up in the hierarchy usually, in both the Scourge, and presumably; any other organization that would want their service. Therefore, we should try to play on her ego. The more we can get her riled up, the easier this should be. Provided she is tied down properly."

As they walked through the mansion, stepping over drunk-half Night Elves in various different poses and figures on the floor(and some even along the walls), as well as in various states of consciousness, the High Elf magi could not help but grimace at the sight of his own house. The first floor was truly in a state of disrepair at this point, a large number of the furniture either broken or lost(and presumably broken), one wall even had an elf-shaped hole in it, wine-stains covered the wall paintings, and at least half a dozen of elven arrows stuck in random walls.

[i]"Invite the warband they said, it'll be fun they said... and expensive!"
[/i]

"Seeing as we don't have any of the elves with us, I don't think the intimidation route is going to work. We're going to have to play this one smart. Ideally, this would be best if we could conduct multiple interrogations all at once."

Pausing in his long thoughts, the High Elf would lean back as he looked up at Liaena, now with a smile on his face as he eyed the girl.

"You and that Kathlin girl, you make quite the team together, don't you?" He would comment with an almost amused look on his face as he studied Liaena's reaction.

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Stalking the upper levels of the mansion would be Silje, the girl having successfully managed to flee the utter chaos that reigned in the lower levels of the mansion. 

However, she had also been separated from the two other human girls of Liaena and Kathlin, the latter who appeared to be the only source of semi-sanity in the whole house. Cursing her luck, Silje knew that she would never again in her entire life ever sign herself off to a mysterious organization ever again, no matter how much of her student loan they had promised to pay in return!

Such a thing was what had gotten her into this terrible situation in the first place! She would rather have taken two jobs than suffer a single day of this madness!

However, as she went from room to room, trying to find a suitable window from which she could climb down from and thus avoiding the chaos below; opening one of the doors; the sight she saw on the other side would cause the girl to suddenly stop and freeze just where she stood, her jaw dropping!

Staring into the room, she saw the terrifying visage of the crazy elven Captain who had chased her earlier! ... minus her clothes, though it did not seem to bother the elf, who looked surprisingly happy. And there was a smaller Night Elf too. And by the light, what was she doing to that little elf?!

Silje simply remained frozen on the spot in the half open door, her eyes glued to the scene inside the room with a mix of pure, unadulterated terror and sheer, overwhelming confusion!

... and perhaps a bit of curiosity.