<span style="color: red">"Apparently everything about your city is behind... But that's what I'm here for. It's a shame my siblings are all dead, a couple of me would turn this city in a machine even the Gnomes would be jealous of. Maybe I'll reproduce and raise a few children of my own to do just that." </span>It wouldn't take a mind reader to see Nalo wasn't convinced of Tyrande's claim.<span style="color: red"> "Crimzon and I will work out the details of the prison situation and get back to you then. But before I go, how do you feel about physical labor? Rather, making the prisoners do it? Why contract loggers and the like when you have three prisons worth of bodies you don't need to pay?" </span>Crimzon's form began to melt into a puddle as her blade dropped to the ground, completely lifeless. Energy sparked in each of the blades and they soon began floating around the sentinel as she regained her form.<span style="color: darkred"> "Excellent." </span><span style="color: red">"We didn't need you when you showed up and we don't need you now. Your gifts are highly appreciated, but you're not needed. Tyrande sees you as a goddess but you're just as illoigcal as any mortal. I don't know what you are, but you're not goddess."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>