"Maybe the accent can come back when you can better understand us. But no promises, it's easier not having to repeat myself." He smiled and sat up so she was now in his lap. "I'll do whatever I want you because I own you, but I like to hear what you want too. And like I told you, you're more than just a pet to me, you're my mate and a member of this family. Oh? And what would you like me to do about it?"<br/><br/>Crimzon returned to her spot in the corner of the room and looked down at Tyrande.<span style="color: #b30000">"So now that? Several Silvermoon... observers are dead, we have no bodies, no witnesses, a suspect who could potentially ruin this city on her own. What do we tell the officials? Do we say anything at all? If there's no bodies... there's no proof of the murders."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>