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Alas, the Warlock did not reply. Instead, she was standing there like a moonstruck idiot, and Rithrynn let out a short sigh before she decided to just start without her.

Rushing through the cupboards in search for ingredients and pots, she scavanged whatever edible food she could find.
Unfortunately, what she found was rather disappointing, as she had nothing but a small pile of vegetables and died, salted meat. There was also not an abundance of flour and milk, so that ruled out a largely baked meal.

So it had to be soup, which was perhaps the first meal she had learnt to cook in her career as a sentinel.

Finding a small iron cauldron from one of the cupboards, the Night Elf carried it over to the fireplace after sniffing through it, making sure there were no remnants of plague or disease lying around it it.
As she placed it over the fire, she filled it some of their small water reserve.

Chopping up the meat into bits and tearing it from the old bones, she sliced up some leak and old potatoes that she threw into the cauldron as the water began to bubble along with some squished leak, and with a good amount of spice she had found lying around to add to the taste as well.
And as a last ingredient, she had secretly stolen one of the bottles of Thalassian prize wine away from Francis' sluggish gaze which she uncorked with her dagger and poured half the bottle into the boiling cauldron.

Altough she had not had the best accessory, not the most rich selection of ingredients, the Night Elf was very pleased with what she had been able to cook up, mainly due the poor selection of ingredients she had been forced to work with.
The powerful smell of the soup cooking over the fire reached out across the room, enchanting the air with its aroma, spreading the scent of the exotic spices she had used in the soup across the room.

"Heh, I'm glad Liaena isn't cooking." Rithrynn snickered to herself as she stirred around in the pot.
"Anything she tried to brew would most likely blow up, aka Liaena style, hihi."

"But speaking of which, where in Elune's divine rear is Liaena? And what on Azeroth did she eat earlier? She's been gone for quite some time now!"

"Now this place is actually starting to become a little 'homely'." The High said with a smile of content as he looked out across the; what he had dubbed; 'the living room' (which could be considered ironic as they were inside a temple dedicated to death).

Francis seemed to be merrily enjoying his elven liquor after setting the fireplace ablaze, and Rithrynn had wasted no time to get to work on the cooking, even without the help of the Warlock.
Altough the fact that the Warlock contributed nothing with the meal was somehow rather reassuring to the High Elf. 'Somehow', mainly because that reduced the chance of any of them getting poisoned.

The only person Rithrynn would enjoy killing in this room was Francis(aside from the chubby warlock), but being an undead, he was immune to poison, so at least there wouldn't be much subtlety involved in case Rithrynn changed her mind.

"It smells great." Sharon commented as he walked past Rithrynn, giving her a pat on the back as he gazed past her and into the cauldron.

Truth be told, his taste for quality had been greatly diminished; mainly because he was starving, so right about now any food would be a king's meal.

Walking over to Francis, the High Elf had grabbed one of the padded, wooden stools. Not as grand as the one Francis had managed to aquire, but given that it was probably stolen from one of the elven properties in the province, there was no lack of comfort in it as Sharon sat down in it after pulling it over.

"Say, Francis... when you were in the Scourge, did you live like this?" Sharon asked as he turned to his forsaken colleague, throwing him a curious smile.
"To be quite frank, I don't know much about Scourge life, other than what we saw up in Icecrown, which; when I think back to it, wasn't really that much. Now you on the other hand, have probably seen a little more than me if I am to make a wild guess."

Zenera had been lost in thought for the most part of the cooking, the orb that knocked her out for a moment still heavily embroiled in her memory.
She wondered whether that the orb was for her kind or some novice. As such like a record for student than a visual record of anything else.

A small sense of frustration came over Zenera as she thought about, the thought "Im going to kill the owner of this temple if they arrive" Reasoining behind was that she never did react well to people who embarrassed her, An over-reaction to someone destroying herself security.

It seemed as though she knew one of the types of demons in that orb but her memory refused to divulge it, she sorted through the endless scrolls of metaphorical records in her mind and consistently came up empty handed but in a brief hope she decided "maybe i heard it as a rumour".

The Tall elegant and almost Arousing form of this demon often stood tall and balanced.
Its four arms stretched out like any humans form and its demonic blue skin was often quite scintiliating to the males of any species on azeroth.

In those rumours she found the answer....she barely heard the words and they were fillled with doubt but the descriptions matched "Tall, female, blue demons.....you know them.....I think their called Shiivari"

And she found the word, the name, She spoke aloud, snapping her fingers saying "Shiivari!....thats it." but just asshe spoke aloud she heard a loud grumble from her stomach.
The Tune was not a pleasant one and she smiled as remembered how hungry she was.
The Entire finger had made her forget that no doubt she had just attracted the attention of the entire group excluding Liaena.

She returned her attention to the food and found that Rithrynn had begun. "Well" she thought. "Time for a bit of Fun"
She walked up behind Rithrynn wrapped her arms around Her stomach and rest her head on her back. She continued stay there, not touching the food wondering "I wonder how long it'll take before she gets violent"

"We don't really like to talk about it with others" Francis replied coldly. "It's not exactly a topic for casual conversation".

His statement hung awkwardly in the air for what seemed a long time, but then he sighed and said "okay, fine. I suppose I trust you enough: No, not me personally. Many of the higher-ups did though" As he spoke, he started to stare into the middle distance. "Especially the rat-bastard I was enthralled to. You know the type? Sort of person who just wants to live the high life and have power over others, and doesn't care how they get it. Although maybe all the living members lived like this, I don't know."

He took a swig from the bottle of wine he'd opened earlier before continuing. "I didn't really get the chance to check, to be honest. I was either working, killing, or stood in a corner waiting to be told to do those things." The forsaken shrugged morosely. "You're just property. To the Lich King first, and - in my case - to a balding man who thought dressing in black and having a goatee looked good on him; when it really didn't, second".

"Before you ask, yes, he did get his. The Forsaken didn't rebel the second we regained our wills, we waited until the right moment. When that moment came, I was ordered to give him a shave. He even asked me to make sure his razor was extra sharp." His eyes suddenly locked onto the high elves, and he gave a nigh-psychotic grin. "I gave him the closest shave he ever got"

In another room of the pyramid, Liaena was also bent over a different cauldron. As could be fully expected, the contents did not smell so sweet, nor did they look anywhere near as wholesome.

The young human had dragged over a stool, the better to stand on top and poke at the contents of the pot, a fire burning on the hearth beneath it. The contents was bubbling away merrily, occasionally spitting pus dangerously near the ‘doctors’ eyes.

The room had been entirely ransacked, as evidenced by the paper spread all over the desk and the regents stacked neatly on the wooden front. All of them looked twisted and dangerous, and had unpleasant names to reflect the toxins inside them. Ghost Mushroom, Lichbloom, Grave Moss….the singular odd one out was the humble peacebloom, its fragile flower dried and pressed. Liaena pulled off some petals to chew on them absent mindedly as she meandered over to the chalkboard set up behind the heavy desk. The slight unsteadiness of her tread indicated she had already consumed a certain amount of the heady flower, as she hummed tunelessly, crossing out a low row of numbers and letters with one sweep of the chalk and rapidly scribbling replacements underneath. “Hmm-mm, that might…”

Pausing, she slowly underscored another line of figures before crossing them out. “….blow up the citadel. Might be a bad idea, Sharon might not like it…”

Carrying the last of the peacebloom left on the table, over to the cauldron, she tossed it in with a sniff of regret before turning away. “Though I would enjoy it”

Clambering down from the chair, the girl used the edge of the black metal rim to steady herself. The cauldron creaked – then tilted dangerously on one of its three legs.

Liaena froze. Feet on the floor, she put all her strength into holding it up, pushing it back into position.

The cauldron teetered – then thudded back into its position in the middle of the floor, strong and as stable as it had ever been.

(( Li needs some new potions! And what better place to experiment? :D ))

(( Perhaps she does, but we'd prefer if she did so in some other way that did not include vaporizing the temple.
I figure it would help us a lot more. ))

"I guess... I've never been a slave." Sharon muttered as he took a sip from his glass as he peered over the forsaken, the High Elf clearly a little less comfortable than before, he gazed at Francis with a mix of suspicion and sympathy.

Sharon had never been one to object justice, criminals and villains should never go free.
But Francis' enthusiasm about it was enough to make Sharon feel a little bit uncomfortable around the Forsaken. He knew all too well that the first kill was often the greatest barrier between sanity and madness, and a person who spilled his first blood; was much more liable to do so again.

Another factor was how the first (or last) murder had impacted the person, whereas a terrible event could help discourage the killer, a sadistic memory, such as an act of revenge could encourage the person to more actively consider doing it again, and give him a more positive opinion about it.

"But I warn you, Francis. You should never get too passionate about the hunt for the enemy, lest you become just like them."
Lowering his glass, Sharon peered intently at the Forsaken, his face turning serious for a moment.
"It doesn't,- "

But just then Sharon's attention was drawn elsewhere, as the High Elf turned around to look towards the fireplace where he saw Zenera, having just embraced the Night Elf from behind.
Rithrynn, standing still, had either not noticed it or not reacted yet, and Sharon quickly moved forward in the chair.

"I recommend you duck." He told Francis as he grabbed the glass and the bottles and put them below the table, and lowered himself; as if he was worried something was going to come flying over his head anytime soon.

(( I agree with Sharon, Ri does not want explosive injuries! even though years with Li has made that not so unusual... ))

As Rithrynn was stewing the pot, stirring gently around in the soup, she suddenly noticed someone coming from behind and embracing her. A short person, if anything to go by(but so was everyone in the party anyway).

"Shawwy?"

The thought of it being Sharon made Rithrynn blush a little, but it also made her smile. Liaena had left the room long ago, and now Sharon was coming for her?

"Heh, I knew that little dwarf couldn't keep him interested forever, hihi."

Gently swaying her hips to the sides as she imagined Sharon being behind her, she left the rod in the pot and moved one of her hands down to grab ahold of the arms surrounding her, closing her eyes shut as she did.
Closing her fingers around Zenera's arms, the Night Elf pulled her closer, feeling her form against her back, the small shoulders, the wide hips, the supple che...

... supple chest?!

Her silvery eyes shot open like a pair of small golfballs as she turned around and saw Zenera, hugging her as if she had been her lover!
There were no words to describe. At first her, skin turned pale at the terrifying revelation, shocked at how she had allowed that warlock to cuddle her! Rithrynn couldn't believe it, she just couldn't believe it.

She had thought it was Sharon?!

A muscle twitched over Rithrynn's left eyebrow, and soon the skin on her face turned from white, back to purple, before starting to become increasingly more red as the Night Elf's eyes burned like two living flares.

*Bump*

Slamming her bum back into the human female, Rithrynn sent Zenera flying across the room in a trip over the floor, glancing Sharon whom had taken the time to duck, sweeping the floor between him and Francis, before slamming right into his unprepared undead colleague!
Francis was knocked over as the Warlock fell right ontop of him, pulling the chair along with them as they tilted backwards and right into the stone floor behind.

Shortly after, a meat carver came flying through the air after Zenera, but was stopped by the bottom of the chair where it latched deep into the woodwork as if it had been a woodcutter's axe blade, humming and vibrating with energy as it had stopped right on the opposite side of the chair, with Zenera's vulnerable butt on the other end that had been saved by the chair.

An angry 'hmpf' came from Rithrynn as she glared over at them, before she returned to stir the soup with increased ferocity, grumbling some subtle Darnassian curse words.

"That.... mrrrrgggghhh!!!! b- ... if she comes over to me again, I swear she's going right in the pot!"

"Watch the stew, I'm getting Li... " Rithrynn sneered as she turned from the fireplace and walked out of the room, almost knocking the door down as she opened it, and rightfully almost tore it off its hinges as she slammed it shut behind her and stomped furiously out into the dark corridors outside.

Altough in truth, it was not much as about her finding Liaena as it was for her to have an excuse to get away from the Warlock.

"But anyway... what's taking that girl so long? Goddess, I wonder what she ate earlier, and the thought about it makes me even less eager to find her. Eugh!"

(( Okaaay, no explosive injuries, pwomis! ^_^ ))

For Rithrynn walking rapidly down the corridor, it became readily apparent which of the room was unoccupied, as indicated by the soft, flickering light seeping under the door, and the strange, slightly putrid smell.
“Ewwwwwww”

Gingerly extending a hand to knock on the door….on impact it swung heavily open with a noisy creak, leaving the Night Elf standing fixed and awkwardly in the corridor beyond. Fortunately for her, the sight that met her eyes was not the one she had expected, and feared to see.

It was so much worse.

The impressive potions-laboratory-of-doom appeared to have only been very recently vacated and in a hurry at that. The floor was covered with scattered papers, with the chalkboard behind the desk covered with countless formulae and crossings out. A cauldron sluggishly boiled on the fire point in the centre, giving indication as to where the unpleasant smell had come from.

And behind the door, there was a shadowy figure, watching her. It lurched, reached out….and smeared two plastered fingers of warm, black gunk along the elf’s lower arm, leaving two ugly black smudges behind.

Whirling around, Rithrynn looked down to see Liaena wearing a cherubic smile of pure, unadulterated glee. “Did you see that? It worked!!”

The gunk did not seem to have done anything at all, in fact. The stuff was relatively easy to wipe away, although it did leave a somewhat unpleasant, sticky residue. Liaena weaved away towards the bubbling cauldron leaving the aggravated Rithrynn alone to try get it off her arm.

On close inspection, the girl seemed more than a little high. On the plus side, she was obviously in a much better temper than when she had left the rec room, perching on the back of the chair to poke at the cauldron contents with a wooden spoon.

“Li –“
“Rithrynn! You’ve got to come over and check this out” Liaena announced, cutting off the Night Elf cold as she began to speak. The human clearly thought that whatever was in the cauldron was the coolest thing since sliced bread, if the smile on her face was anything to go by. “You’re going to love it! It’s a brand new recipe”

As if in tandem with her words, a small explosion of gas bubbled out of the cauldron to form into a floating skull-and-crossbones, wreathing the girls head in smoke as she grinned at her manically.

-VROOOOOOOOOM-

Liaena gazed at the swinging door, through the whirlwind of papers, leaves and dust the Night Elf had whipped up in her very, very rapid exit from the room. “…Uh, Ri? It’s ‘sposed to do that”

With no response forthcoming, Liaena shrugged, before damping down the fire and starting to carefully ladle the contents into vials. She might as well get everything bottled before she went to find the elf after all, and there was no sense in letting it boil over, or explode or something. That would just be silly.

It was not just a moment of uncertainty or doubt of Liaena's abilities that occured to Rithrynn.

It was a moment of pure panic at the dread of her capabilities!

The Night Elf hadn't squandered a single second, and was running at full speed through the dark corridors and hallways towards the living room after what she had just witnessed in the room behind her.

"By the goddess, what in Elune's divine name was an alchemy lab doing in this temple?! - no, what had Sharon; how had he NOT seen it? And if he had, why on Azeroth had he not considered it a top priority, critical threat? Had he completely forgotten about Liaena?!"

"Goddess, she's brewing something there! I need to warn the others!" The door to the living room was smashed open as the Night Elf rammed through it like a force of nature, storming into the room looking completely shocked and terrified as she waved her arms at Sharon and Francis.

"LAB! LI! SHE FOUND! POTIONS! BREWING! LOT'S LOT'S POTIONS, EVIL THINGIES!" Rithrynn screamed out at them, the words bubbling out of her mouth in an unorganized stream of high quality, refined pure gibberish as the Night Elf jumped hysterically up and down.

"We need to evacuate the building! Before it blows! ... oh goddess, no! - we still need to get Liaena. Come on!" The suddenly Night Elf lounged forward and grabbed the High Elf by his arm and pulled him right out of his chair, over the table and with her as she turned towards the exit and escaped the room at full speed with Sharon dangling behind her like a rag doll!

Francis, on the other hand, was left completely untouched and ignored in the room, still stuck beneath the chubby warlock in a rather cuddly position...

"Rithrynn, what's wrong?!" Sharon tried to get answers out of the desperate Night Elf, but it all failed before he was pulled straight out of his chair by Rithrynn as she set off towards the exit.

From what few words she had spoken; whom even fewer of which had been comprehensible; it was something about Liaena, potions and a bomb.... or explosion.
The three were not alien to each other, and Sharon knew more than well. But Liaena had brought potions on so many more occcassions, what was it now that made this all so different? Had Rithrynn seen anything in particular?

"Rithrynn! Stop! Let go off me! Sharon tried to shout to the Night Elf and tell her to stop, but his words fell on deaf ear as she ran through the doorway.
In a quick attempt to escape, Sharon grabbed for the edges of the door to keep her from pulling him through, but he barely managed to delay her for a second or two before his arms and legs gave away and he was pulled out into the corridor on the outside.

"Let me see Liaena! Calm down!" Sharon lashed out towards the nearest object he could find, a metal rod of a dead brazier welded into the solid stone wall.
Using both his arms to grab hold of it, he managed to stop the Night Elf, but at the cost of the pain that came as it felt as though the Night Elf almost tore his arm off, before her feet no longer touched the floor and she came to a halt, crash landing on the floor with her butt.

Lying on the floor behind Rithrynn, the High Elf let out a sigh of relief before he looked up; and then saw Liaena, standing over him in the corridor, holding a multitidue of bags containing all sorts of potions and vials in her arms as she stared oddly down at him and Rithrynn.

"Sweet light, have mercy; don't drop those!"

"Liaena!" Sharon gestured, surprised to see the human. At first he looked confused, but then he shook his head and met her with a smile.
"It's so good to see you again!"

The High Elf forced himself up on his feet, rubbing his arm as he turned to look at the innocent little human ex priestess with all the volatile and dangerous chemicals, before his face suddenly turned serious.

"What is going on... "

((ok.....There we go....))

Zenera stood up from being shunted to the chair and laughed Saying "That was fun." and then looked at the Axe driven in the chair saying "Awh, A carver...You shouldnt have...." She took hold with a single pull she managed to remove it from the chair and she simply held it for now.

"Watch the stew, I'm Finding Li" was then what rithrynn said next.

She didnt honestly mind cooking, Vagabonds can cook, Assassins know how to cook...Why not she here. So she came to Stew and looked in, It was red like blood due to the preponderant amount of wine.

Rithyrnn stormed off furious and within a few moment came running back in and stole away Sharon. All she understood from Rithrynn's shouting was that Li was up to something.
Zenera was fairly calm as now all it was was herself and Francis.

A forsaken and A human in a temple with Li up to something in some other room.
She turned to Franics and she stirred the stew herself and added the flower she was sent to gather. The Posion of the flower required it be ground, singed mixed with another flowers paste. Silvermoon Dafiel made an excellent Kick for anything...If you could stand Strong wines, then you could easily stand This rather Odd flavour. It was like Sweet Dumplings but ha the effect of making every taste bud be activated.

She looked at him for a moment and Said "You going to be having some?..." After his response or lack there of She then "Is it me francis or does it appear that im not actually much of threat to them?...Cos it seems like they're more of threat to each other"

“Dunno” Liaena replied blithely. Her eyes travelled up and down the High Elfs robe with concern, Sharons back having received a lovely extra coating of temple dust in his impromptu fall and slide. “I was looking for you, then I saw Rithrynn cleaning the floor with you. Are you all right?”

Having apparently established that there was no injury to be found on the Elf besides his bruised pride and general dishevelment, Liaena unexpected moved forward to hug him. The vials clinked gently, squashed between them as Sharon froze stock still. Her face glowed as she looked up at him. ”I got hungry. Is the food ready?”

And without waiting for a reply Liaena promptly released Sharon and trotted off down the corridor. The gentle clinking of vials in her arms could be heard as she turned round a corner, past several doors and to the…..doorway with the rec room beyond.

Liaena peeked curiously at the shattered remnants of the hinges as she stepped carefully over the door. After a moment thought, she picked the latter up with one hand to prop it carefully in the space it should have rested. Crossing over the rug, she carefully stood up the soft, comfy chair that Francis had been sitting in when he had been so rudely evacuated by flying warlocks. Then sat in herself, the aforementioned forsaken climbing grumpily to his feet. “You okay?”

“Why is everyone on the floor…?...”

"I know exactly what you mean" Francis replied from the floor. "Especially Rithrynn. By herself she's murderous, but surround her with her, ah hem, 'friends', and she's harmless. Well, mostly harmless."

With a grunt he picked himself off, dismissing Liaena's questions with a wave of his hand. "No, thank you" he said to Zenara. " You people need it, I don't. And you might not find more food for a while." The forsaken then flatly said "I need some air. I'll be outside" to the room at large, before walking out the door and past Sharon and Rithrynn with a quiet "Excuse me". In no time at all he was outside, and sitting on the steps in the cool evening air.

He found it all to be quite calming. What was now the Ghostlands may have been warped and twisted into its current form by the Scourge, but it was quite beautiful in its own way. Full of life, certainly. As he watched, a couple of fireflies danced around an equally glowing mushroom, only to both be consumed by a large bat, that flew away with a chirp as swiftly as it'd arrived.

As Francis sat there, slowly draining the rest of his bottle, he couldn't help but think of Sharon's warning. It was complete nonsense, of course. He didn't believe in any of that 'Stare too long into the abyss' saying. There was nothing wrong with taking pleasure in putting down the dark things of the world. But still, he admitted, it wasn't often someone showed him concern, much less one of his peers.

He tipped his head back and drank the last of his wine in a few gulps. Perhaps he should consider the elfs words. It'd only be fair.

After just having been grounded as she fell to the floor, the Night Elf could only watch in horror as Liaena blissfully walked around with her collection of super-duper dangerous tonics and potions in her arms, even hugging the High Elf with them, before moving back into the req room.

And thankfully, somehow, they did not explode...

"Goddess... thank you, blessed... "

It was with a sigh of relief that the Night Elf fell back onto the stone floor on her back, breathing out the tense air that had filled her as she had witnessed the human flailing the vials around, and survived.
But that did not mean she was out of danger. Liaena was still in possession of the vials, and altough a part of the Night Elf wanted to simply camp outside for the night; just to be safe; she climbed to her feet, turned around and headed back into the living room.

After all, she couldn't let Liaena blow up Sharon.

... the others were expendable though.

As the Night Elf entered the req room, she instinctively turned towards the human sitting in the chair, arms full of volatile chemicals, and marched determined up infront of Liaena to confront her, where she placed her hands on her hips as she stared the human down, her eyes shifting between Liaena's 'innocent' face, and the very, very guilty load vials jingling in her arms.

"Li." Rithrynn started, staring her down like a child that had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
"How do you intend to handle those vials? I presume you have a safe place to keep them?"

Rithrynn's voice was commanding, almost tyrannical as she 'apprehended' the human. The Night Elf didn't look that much different from her old superior officer, Serphia, as her eyes rained down righteous fury on the little girl.

"I want to see you treat explosives with respect!"

"You'll have to ask... " Sharon was about to answer Liaena when the girl suddenly turned and walked back into the req room, leaving the High Elf behind as if she was in some kind of hurry.

Altough what kind of haste she was in was soon revealed as the High Elf followed her back inside of the living room and found that Liaena had just committed a not-so-hostile takeover and occupied 'Francis'' chair, settling in quite nicely.
Quite nicely... as far as big, disgruntled Night Elves went, as Rithrynn was already standing over Liaena in a pose that could only mean that she was either going to throw the girl out, or grill her.

"Rithrynn, she'll be fine." Sharon said as he tapped the Night Elf on the shoulder, passing behind her over to his chair where he found one of the wine bottles that had bee knocked on the floor, and placed it back ontop of the table before he found his comfort in his old chair.

"Besides... what happened to the grub, Rithrynn? How's it going? I believe we have a hungry bunch in here."

Liaena glanced across with a smile as Sharon walked in. Francis had wandered off, where she was unsure but he would doubtless be ok, being an undead and all. Zenera was still lurking and Liaena glanced across with a mild scowl, but couldn’t really summon the energy to feel terribly bothered about it. Even with that dark shadow looming across her…

As the looming form of Rithrynn blocked out the sun, Liaena glanced up to see the narrowed eyes and lowered brows of the Night Elf glaring down at her. She looked, fairly unmistakably, pissed.

“I want to see you treat explosives with respect!”

“….”

“Kaaaaaaaaaaaay”

In answer to the stern, teacherish mode that Rithrynn had fallen into, Liaena had adopted the tone of outward piousness, borderline insolence normally reserved for older apprentices eager to chastise, yet possessing no authority that Liaena recognised. “I’ll try. But you have to be respectable”

Rapidly loosing interest in the conversation, the girl turned away to look at Sharon who had seated himself right next to her. Reaching over, she squeezed his hand with a smile. “Is that the food? It smells nice”

Looked at the pot below her as she stirred it and smirked almost proud that she improved the food, It did smell nice and as she gathered up what she could to represent the bowls for the food. Zenera found a few bowls, enough for each of the people there.
And with a twinge of Joy she also found a large Ladel, bright white wood with a black metal handle.

holding the bowls over the Pot, She spooned the food into the bowl, It didnt look particularly appetizing for food asides from the sprigs of red and green herbs.
Its other odd effect was the smell to form to the persons desire. If they wanted something spicy to smell, that tingle their nosehairs, they would smell it, If they wanted it to smell like Potato, whatever they 'Smelled' like, they would smell like it.

And if for whatever reason, They wanted to smell like !@#$ they would. No doubt Rithrynn would enter to a room of Poo and Urine while Liaena smelled something sweet and doughy.

THe Bowl quickly heated but the bowl was wooden and all it did for the holder was warm their hands. She Ladeled out 4 bowls and placed the fourth on a table and handed the other 2 to Liaena and Sharon.

Zenera handed them the spoons as well....And with her standing, She began to eat, Her stomach quietening to the food. She Ate it slow, she ate it ponderously....Controlled diet.

"Oh yes, it is." Sharon exclaimed at Liaena's question while he smiled at her.
"It's Rithrynn who made it. Quite good, I might add."

The High Elf's eyes passed across the room, landing on the Warlock standing nearby the pot, he wrinkled his brow before looking back at Liaena.

"And the Warlock provided... hum, mental support. I guess." Sharon chuckled softly as Zenera walked through the room and handed out the food.
As he received his portion, Sharon accepted it, but as quick as the Warlock had turned around, the High Elf instinctively took a sniff of the bowl's content and dived his spoon down into the soup as he stirred it suspiciously around, as if he was looking for some kind of poison or evil curse placed in the bowl by the Warlock.

But after not too much of scrutiny; deciding that the soup was indeed safe; he took a spoonful and put it in his mouth.
It tasted quite good. But given how starved he was, that was perhaps obvious. About anything right now would've been tasty, but even then, he recognized the food as good nonetheless.

"This is a very good soup, Rithrynn. You have a real knack of these things." Sharon applauded Rithrynn after his third spoon, looking up at her with a friendly smile and a nod of approval.
"Reminds me of the old villa... "

Zenera smirked at them, they seemed completely ignorant of her actual contribution to the food, and it turned to insulted frown. So she decided to play with there fear of her ways and said "Are you sure about that poison or curse?"

She smirked and clarified "She provided the base but i suspect the reason that it tastes like the 'Old VIlla' Is because theres a herb back in eversong that melds to whatever smell you want and has a unique taste all of its own. I added that. And well....If you wondering....I have not poisoned...Or any of you....Mainly because im eating this as well....and for the fact, If i poison you lot but mainly you and Liaena, i will very likely die in trying to get to the Central eastern Kingdoms. So....a Little trust will be nice."

She brought her nostrils to her own bowl and wiffed it, they smelt of the hills of Alterac. "Ahhhh...Sharp, Strong and Bitter-sweet....Alterac will rise again and Join the alliance....My children will live in peace one day...."

she imagined that day the alliance would one day let Alterac rise again and said "Maybe you could see the contributions we could make one of these days....Especially where we are in Lordearon."

She gave Sharon a harsh look and then smiled again "If it werent for how useful the night elf is and how important she is, Trust me, She would have been poisoned."

"Oh yes, that was me!" Rithrynn's big frown turned into a happy smile at Sharon's appreciation for her food, and the Night Elf turned from a dark cloud over Liaena to a shining beacon of joy for a moment as she clapped her hands together as she saw him eat.
"It's my own special recipie. Or well, I had to make a few shortcuts because the ingredient arsenal wasn't that big to begin with... BUT it turned out to be pretty good, hm... ?"

...

''Hm! Right, Liaena?!"

Rithrynn's eyes suddenly shot back to the human girl with a piercing gaze as if she had been some kind of inquisitior, before turning away and walking towards the stew at the fireplace.

She was quick to find herself a bowl which she filled with the soup, before returning to the table and sat down on the rug. The table had never been that tall to begin with, and so for a Night Elf, height was not an issue.
The Night Elf was practically starving, and made had to restrain herself from gulping down the hot stew as she threw herself into a culinary paradise and dream of her own design.

"If it werent for how useful the night elf is and how important she is, Trust me, She would have been poisoned."

Rithrynn's eyes shifted to the Warlock speaking, and the Night Elf threw her a hostile glare.

"And if it wasn't for a certain High Elf, you'd have been a head shorter... a long time ago! ... *NomNom*."