<span style="color: red">"Honest? They don't fight in an HONEST way? You're in a war and you expect honesty? If you weren't my only life line in this city..." </span>Nalo shook her head and ate quickly, annoyed but enjoying her meal enough to pause the conversation.<span style="color: red">"Fine. Work them until they die, as in for long periods of time but not... inhumane amounts of time. Eight hours a day with breaks. Elune's not my goddess, if Crimzon needs to go, and she does, I'll happily see that it happens. Of course, the removal of a member of the temple isn't something to discuss in a public place. Even if we're just outside of earshot of the average Elf. If we can't be rid of Crimzon then we keep a few cattle for her to feed on, but the rest can either be killed off, sold, or put to work."</span>Nalo finished her meal in silence and closed her eyes.<span style="color: red">"I'm going to fix it. All of it. When it's done you'll be given full credit and I'll take my payment and start a family with the woman of my dreams. Somewhere secluded, away from the petty squabbles of your Horde and Alliance."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>