<span style="color: #ff0000">"Is that an official order, my friend? I'm not too good with your people but I can help with the logistics side of building an army. I do need to warn you that trying to recruit soldiers when there's no more threats to defend the homeland against will be tough. But I'll leave that part up to the decorated war hero and I'll figure out an enticing payment plan that benefits all of us." </span>She nodded and stole a sip of the juice she had given Tyrande but gagged and spat it to the side.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Wow, maybe I should have mentioned who this was for... That's awful, I'm sorry. When you explain it like that I understand your desire to talk to them and I wish you the best in soothing them, naturally I'll be staying far away from that but I'll gladly help you keep track of recorded deaths so you know who to talk to next. Tyrande, I'm sorry but I went through and switched out all of your underwear with frilly panties. It was Crimzon's fault, she wanted to see you in them." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"What!? I did- I said no such thing, that's a lie!"</span>Nalo fell backwards laughing at Crimzon's first show of emotion and the sentinel growled low.<span style="color: #b30000">"High Priestess, she's never gone anywhere near your room. I can assure you. Our host just has a twisted sense of humor."</span>She glared at Nalo who was still giggling to herself then looked back at Tyrande.<span style="color: #b30000"> "So I admit that I... that my heart flutters when you look at me and then what? What is there to learn other that I'll just be miserable now but I'll have admitted it and opened myself up even more ridicule and criticism."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>