“….”

It was an established and well known fact that it took a considerable amount to render Liaena speechless, and large explosions were normally something that rendered her relatively complacent – after all, she was normally the source. In this instance however, the girl had nothing witty to add to the situation as she studied the multicoloured cloud dismally. “….That…was the last of my stock”

“Oh dear” Kathlin murmured, also staring at the destruction Her comment was entirely lost in the noises of Sharon raging at Serphia, but Liaena soon became aware of the other girl tugging on her sleeve persistently. “Li. Li. We need to go and help. Wake up, Li”

“Last. Of my stock. Needed two weeks fermentation” 
Liaena muttered, tone turning increasingly into a snarl as Kathlin towed her out of the room and down the main staircase. Serphia didn’t seem to bothered with their departure, most of her attention being taken up by a furious Sharon “Well. Maybe you shouldn’t have introduced your stock to a Death Knight and tied it to a Night Elf then”

“I. Hate. Night. Elves.”

“Yes, yes” Kathlin tossed over her shoulder as she broke into a run though the atrium, out of the door/rug and down the path. Exiting through the gate was more than easy to achieve, given the gate was now a pile of twisted metal. “Hello? Is anyone hurt? Is everyone okay!?” 

“Aaaggh!” a shrill cry met the pair, who turned to look. A woman had appeared at a pair of completely shattered windows. She looked entirely unhurt, if a little windswept, but stared at them with eyes of madness. “My curtains! My beautiful curtains!”

“I’m sorry Ma’am, we can’t provide treatment for curtains” Kathlin responded as Liaena stared blankly down the street. Thankfully, it did appear that there had only been damage to property and the street. Nobody appeared to have been hurt, which was a small miracle given that it was around eleven on a weekend. The bad weather of late had presumably counted for something – either that or Sharon’s house had already become known as a no-go zone, which made a lot of sense considering past events. “I need to leave this house, Kitty. Before I, or those Night Elves, destroy each other”

“Hmm…” Kathlin said, cocking a head to one side as she looked back at her. “You’ll have a hard time destroying them without potions”

“[b]not helping[/b]”

“Sorry”

….

“Well…let’s go back inside, before the city guard show up and try arrest you for this” the taller girl said finally, taking her fuming colleague by the arm to tug her towards the house again. “And talk to Mister Dal’dieb, and make a plan, or something. I’m surprised you’re so mad, Li. Didn’t you do this yourself during Winters Veil 617?”

“again [b]not helping[/b]”

“Again sorry”