“I – SWEAR – I – WILL – DESTROY – THIS – STUPID – FEL-DAMNED – THING!” Liaena screamed in pure fury as she was dragged after the satchel like one of those manic cat-toys. [b]“KITTY!”[/b]

“Sigh”

The other apprentice waved a hand at the satchel, and it suddenly once again dropped to the floor as a lifeless receptacle of baggage once more. Liaena now found herself tangled up with what remained of a table before the Night Elves had apparently used it as a bed the night before. It was slightly sticky to touch as she fought her way out of it with much accompanied crashes and snarling. “Light, I am so sick of this stupid thing. Why will it not just sit down, and shut up, and accept that we’ve won. I swear, I am just going to destroy it…”

“Don’t do that” Kathlin said in a long suffering tone as she looked down at the satchel, and it suddenly bobbed into the air before them. The thing was behaving distinctly erratically, as it kept doing short darts forward every few seconds, before each time the girl waved a hand over it and it went limp again. “You can’t exactly begrudge people for not knowing when to quit, Li”

“Hmph. Well, I’m better at it” Liaena scowled, before looking over at Aleena and Sharon. The former was looking slightly discomforted from being caught out in her rather overt seduction attempts – apparently, attempting to shove the entire squad in ones but was fair game, but to stray outside the fold? [i]Sacrilege.[/i]

Not that she wasn’t entirely in agreement with Lithrielle, but for somewhat different motives…

“Keep that up, would you?” Liaena commanded Kathlin in a much quieter tone, as she grabbed the shoulder sling of the satchel and started to trail it carefully towards Aleena. The two elves seemed to be mostly preoccupied by themselves – and Sharon – to notice Liaena as she snooped up behind, and quietly looped the sling around some convenient leather ties that held Aleena’s quiver to her back – and then tied a knot in it. Meanwhile, Kathlin was giving her a look that could have frozen hell over as she smirked back, and then stepped away to trail around and enter into the conversation. “Hey Sharon? What’s going on?”

Throwing her arms around the High Elf, Liaena gave Aleena an incredibly butter-wouldn’t-melt smile as she gave Sharon an extremely possessive tug away from the Night Elves. “Weren’t we going to talk to Captain Serphia now? Are those two coming with us, or something?”

[b]"LIEUTENANT SENTINEL FALERE!"[/b]

“No, no….I was just talking to the Queldorei, that’s all” Aleena muttered as she took a half step after Sharon as the pair backed away, before frowning as she felt something bobbing behind her, before reaching back. “Wha…”
“MWAHAHAHAH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD CONTAIN ME!”
-THUD-

AHHHHH!


[b]*CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH*[/b]

“I think you’re warming up to her” 

Kathlin said in her driest tone as the pair, plus Sharon, plus Silje beat a hasty retreat towards the stairs. Liaena meanwhile shrugged indifferently. “Eh. I just make the best of the tools I have. And she’s a tool”

“So. I guess we’re going to help Vashi and the Draenei then” Kathlin remarked lightly as she stepped up the stairs. Liaena gave her a sour look, before lighting back into a smirk again as she studied the chaos downstairs. Apparently, it was quite hard to remove the quiver from her shoulders – for some reason, it was built to last. 
“Eh. Fine. If Sharon’s up for it”