Rithrynn was making her way back towards the crossroad, passing over the precariously laid boardwalks and narrow walkways that spanned the cistern. As the adrenaline of the hunt was fading from her, her senses became more focused on more trivial matters, such as the terrible stench that filled the air, enough to make her stomach turn if she took a too large breath. She had not checked up on Smokey. The dwarf was probably dead, or dying, judging by how his crude rifle had exploded in his face and sent him into a wall. And even if he wasn’t, surely the disgusting murlocs and whatever else lay in the cistern would finish him off? But the real reason for not checking the dwarf personally was because the Night Elf had little desire to cross the perilous waters just for the sake of one dwarf. Who even knew if the tentacle monster would return? A dwarf wasn’t worth it. But as she drew closer to the crossroad, Rithrynn suddenly picked up noise coming further up ahead; the sound of screaming, shouts and battle. “[b]Rithrynn![/b]” It was the voice of Liaena, crying out for her! “Li? What? What has she done now?!” Rithrynn cursed to herself the incompetence of the midget. She couldn’t leave the human for five minutes without Liaena getting herself into a situation of life threatening proportions or the vile human hatching some crazy scheme! [i]“I need to get her a leash once we are out of this place!”[/i] Rithrynn went into a sprint towards the source of the screams. But when she finally arrived to the point she could see the crossroad on the other end of the cistern, she was met with a sight she had not expected. “A ghost?!” Rithrynn paused as she stared up into the air. Liaena and Janice were facing away from her, seemingly focused on Sharon and Greymoon who stood at the edge of the cistern. Rithrynn immediately drew her bow to aim at the banshee floating in the air. The ghost was oblivious and well within range for Rithrynn to land a safe shot. But… would an arrow really kill a ghost? What if it went through it instead and she just ended up shooting Liaena? [i]“She would be soooo pissed… “[/i] While Rithrynn was trying to think of a solution to it all, a silvery object suddenly flew through the air and crashed into the wall a couple of feet next to her. A truesilver dagger. Throwing the dagger a perplexed look, Rithrynn moved over to pick it up. Across the cistern, she could hear Sharon verbally frag Greymoon for losing ‘their only weapon’. Rithrynn’s eyes went across the cistern towards Sharon and Greymoon, none of whom had seemed to notice her yet, and up to the banshee who was on the verge of poking Liaena’s brain out of her skull, and back to the dagger. Could this blade really harm the banshee? Was that why Sharon called it their only weapon? Putting two and two together, the Night Elf silently placed her bow around her torso, and began to walk quietly towards the platform nearest the ghost floating around with Liaena. When she was almost below the pair, she raised the dagger and threw it straight at the banshee. The banshee had little time to realize what was about to happen when the dagger suddenly flew straight through her back, causing her ethereal torso to explode into a silvery, ghostly mist with a shriek as the dagger passed through – and right into Liaena’s right buttock. This caused the banshee to immediately drop the human, causing her to fall down into the filthy cistern water below with a revolting splash. “Li, I’m here!” Rithrynn called out as she dived towards the edge of the cistern, grabbing Liaena the moment her head bobbed back up to the surface to pull the human girl up from the filthy waters and drag her halfway back onto the platform. With Liaena lying like a drowned beaver across the floor, Rithrynn took a moment gaze at her hand with a ‘yuck’ at how filthy it was after reaching into the water for the girl, before turning back to Liaena who was covered from top to toe with the awful water and its foul contents. “That was a close call. Are you alright? Good thing I came when I did, eh?” Rithrynn said, throwing the human a broad smile.