Valen touched Sharille's arm gently, nodding and then taking a breath. With a low voice, she gestured the shadows. "Here I go then, I just wish I had backup in case something went wrong. Damn ambush for taking my dearest ally away from me." She didn't say anything loudly, but even that whisper was carefully worded to give a wrong impression if someone was able to listen.<br/><br/>Then she turned to walk down the hallway seriously, eyes narrowed as she strode ahead, hip swaying a bit at her each step. Serious, annoyed, but all business. It was time to finish this, and she trusted her halfling friend was more able than she was to step to aid if things went bad. So she decided to draw the foes' attention on entering the room beyond. Looking at who was there. Speaking seriously.<br/><br/>"The Lord of the Manor, I assume?"