“Liaena…your bag did not contain any growth potions, did it?”

“…Maybe..?” Liaena shrugged tiredly, before giving Sharon a quizzical look. “Why?”

[b]“Now THIS opens up possibilities, it does!”[/b]

The booming voice from outside vibrated through the entire room. This was followed immediately by a series of crashing noises that shook the room, causing the occupants to duck, and maniacal laughter. Judging from the splintering sounds, Malizia was trying to pull the roof off. 

“I think she’s trying to pull the roof off”

“Really, [i]you think[/i]!?” Liaena snarled as she braced herself against a wall, before catching Sharon’s eye. “How big?”

“Er. Well, do you remember that demon…?”

“Light damn it….fel cursed Night Elves. I am going to shove Serphia so far up that wretched creatures ass, she’ll come out of its mouth. That’s a two for the price of one…” Liaena growled, the little girl’s skin pink with anger as she devolved into inconsequential mutterings. Kathlin shot an extremely worried look at the ceiling, as another sprinkling of plaster reigned down on them. 

“Li, do you have an antidote?”

“….Maybe!?” Liaena snapped back at her, before looking about wildly. “So my supplies have exploded – twice – I’m running on reserves here! There [i]might[/i] be something down in the lab – did you expect there to be a catalogue or something!?”

“…could you make some?”

“Sure, just give me a few hours! Sharon’ll still have a house by then, right?”

“Liaena!”

Sharon had cut himself into the rapidly building argument to give his girlfriend a pleading look. “sweetheart, even if there might be something – could you please check?”

[b]*CRASH*[/b]

This noise really did shake the house, sending the four in the room onto the floor as it distinctly sounded as though most of the rafters and tiles had come clean off. Liaena scrambled to her feet, stabbing a finger at Kathlin as she turned towards the corridor to the cellars. “Okay – okay – Kitty, go with the Night Elves and stall her, would you!? I’ll be back asap!”

“Uh, sure, Li” Kathlin muttered as the former went haring down the corridors, before turning to look at Sharon and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I’ll follow you, Mister Dal’dieb”