The'kal rolled onto her side and snuggled into the pillows with a soft 'coo'. Once she was comfortable, she lifted Order and moved her follow goddess behind her.<span style="color: #666600">"Wrap your arms around me and hold me. We can talk about whatever else you want, anything you can think of."</span><br/><br/>"Do not confuse civility with friendliness." A golden chain with a tipped end appeared in his hand and he moved closer to the chained being, who vaguely resembled a male Blood Elf. "When you teleport, you simply rip open tunnels and walk through them. Our friend here thought my back would make good target practice for some throwing daggers. But as you can see by simply looking at it, this looks like one of Nalo's servants, no? Nalo would never attack me... probably. Whoever attacked your toys probably just used one of your many tunnels, because as it stands even Sharindia can't teleport to your home. Mages need to be familiar with an area before they can teleport or open a portal to it." The length of chain hardened into a spear which he then drove through the captive's chest, filling the air with hushed whispers and cries of agony. After giving the spear a wrench for good measure he pulled it free and released the shadowy figure which vanished instantly. "I already have a task in mind for you to repay this favor. Now go get your vengeance... or whatever it is you intend to do."<br/><br/>Following the trail left by the profusely bleeding being would eventually lead Ashia back to Silvermoon, to the center of the court Nalo once claimed as her own which now stood completely rebuilt. While the being laid in the street, the Nalo clone was standing over it kicking it with a frown.<span style="color: #336600"> "What is this mess!? Clean it up before I tear you in half!"</span>She grabbed it by the head and twisted it backwards with a series of crunches.<span style="color: #336600"> "See all that mess in MY STREET? Oh." </span>She tossed the broken body away after realizing it was already a corpse and started to pace while muttering under her breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>