[i]“Agreed”[/i] Liaena muttered back, studying the miniature ‘Rithrynn’ that was on the floor before them. The doppelganger had no signs of the battering to her armour and body that the real specimen had sustained throughout their assault of the castle. Also, she was not looking in any way angry enough at the situation. 

[i]If need be, I can always dig them both out afterwards and check….[/i]

“HYAAAH!”

“Wha….” The girl whipped around in surprise at the loud shout coming from behind her, only to turn straight into a meaty boot to the face. “Ugh!”

Hitting the floor, mini-chevalier-Rithrynn gave a squeak of alarm as she was enveloped in the fabric of her clothes. Dazed from the impact, Liaena could hear a yell from Sharon as Malizia apparently initiated a bull-charge towards the exit. 

[i]Oh no you don’t…[/i]

Writhing around on the floor to scoop up the dart gun she had let drop in her fall, Liaena stuck a hand in her bag to pull out something vaguely ammo-shaped, jam it into the barrel and fire off one single wild shot even as Malizia was charging through the door that Naliyah had conveniently left wide open for her. 

A wild shot it might have been, but apparently the girl’s incredibly erratic luck was with her that day. The dart jammed into the back of her head, and did…apparently nothing.

“Whaaat….that should have got her down” Liaena complained to nobody in particular, presumably Sharon being in hot pursuit of the errant Death Knight. The girl opened the barrel, to pull out the spent vial and squint at the writing on it. “Awww,  [b]dammit[/b]”

*

“Uhhh….where are we going?” Silje enquired tremulously as they walked through the house. The pair had apparently made a stop on the way on their travels, as the little girl was now wearing a – surprisingly well fitting – blue silk robe. The ex-Serphia looked down at the floor as she scuffed a borrowed slipper on the floor nervously, apparently still very much ill at ease at the situation. 

“To go and….” Kathlin paused, running through the situation in her head before she looked back at the girl again. “…help a friend not do something she won’t regret later, but I think she should”

“Oh”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t have to make sense” Kathlin said reassuringly as they stepped into the large atrium. It was still more-or-less deserted, save only for one elf comatose on the floor. “…and I do want you to speak to Mister Dal’dieb. You might be a good witness, if that’s okay?”

“S-sure” Silje waved in a not-at-all-sure tone of voice. She looked as though she was about to say something else, before hesitating and going a shade paler as heavy thumping footfalls became audible, and steadily growing louder. “M-miss! I think somebody’s coming!”
At that, Malizia thundered into the atrium to pause briefly, panting harshly for breath. The huge Draenei raised her head, looking like she was about to gun straight past them – before suddenly pausing, apparently becoming oddly fixated as she stared at Kathlin and Silje. 

“Ahh! Chevalier – Chevalier Malizia! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! But I’m not a soldier!” Silje gasped, before diving behind Kathlin. That girl gulped, before raising her chin to face down Malizia who was advancing on them in a distinctly predatory fashion. “Do please stay back? I don’t want to hurt you”