Crimzon raised a brow and shook her head.<span style="color: darkred">"Nothing, she squirmed a little bit but nothing else. Room's been silent. Is she a danger to the city or can she work here?" </span>The Naga was slow to recover and eventually sat up with a quiet hiss and one hand on her forehead. Crimzon drew a blade and rested it against the naga's neck and looked to Tyrande.<span style="color: darkred">"Well?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>