"Sometimes trouble can be fun. I know I wouldn't have you if Amere and I weren't out looking for trouble. That's alright, you may not feel like it's getting better but I can tell. You're definitely much easier to speak to now, you're getting better all the time and I know with time you'll be able to ask all the questions you want and understand the answers. I believe in you."<br/><br/>Nalo yawned sleepily as she made her way into Tyrande's office and dropped her regular report on her desk. The usually immaculate Draenei looking as though she just fell out of bed<span style="color: #5900b3">. </span><span style="color: #0000ff">"Here's your... your report. Sorry, I had a long night... and morning."</span>She brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her horn.<span style="color: #0000ff">"The city's growth has stabilized and doesn't seem to be moving too much in either direction. Assuming the Alliance doesn't interfere your lands should be completely self-sufficient within a few years. Just like they used to be. The Tauren and Trolls have made steps towards converting The Crossroads into a proper trade center and have dedicated several acres of land to your people for building stalls and possibly adding more permanent settlements." </span>She stared at Tyrande in silence for a while before blinking and shaking her head.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "Now, I've done everything I can for your city and now I'm asking you repay the favor. Don't worry, you can keep your robes on. I want the docks... for a while. I want to build my ship so I can leave the city." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"It's not your place to make requests of the High Priestess. If you want favors you will fill out the proper paperwork like anyone else."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>