Nalo took a seat and adjusted her robes while Tyrande worked.<span style="color: #b30000">"I have every reason to want them dead, every- almost every official in the city deserves death. Or worse. But I didn't order... shadow army? Really, Priestess? They were Hand soliders, there's technically a difference. A few spirits were thrown in the bunch too, souls of criminals put to a better use... but Shadow Army? Hardly. But no, I didn't..." </span>She paused and her brow furrowed for a moment.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I may need to speak to your goddess. If, and this is a very important thing. If I ordered their deaths, it was done subconsciously. One of Morah's... sisters broke into my home, drugged her to keep her asleep, and got in my face about my personal life. I would have killed her on the spot had she not brought something to my attention that I had been overlooking. After she left I ate some bread and fell asleep on my couch. You know me and my methods, priestess, I don't do anything spur of the moment. I didn't order this. I fully condone it, but if I had ordered it you never would have known until Silvermoon asked you what happened."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>