<span style="color: #b30000">"Taking orders is what I was created to do, all that's changed is who I take orders from. I don't even remember who created me or why, I wasn't created for the siege on the city. I was just used as part of it. What do you want to know about me? I was created using several tortured sentinels and blood magic, when one soul is exhausted another takes its place, blood is required to maintain the magic that keeps me together. Without regular feedings I would... fall apart into the various pieces I'm made of until reassembled by my creator or someone of equal magical prowess." </span>She reached for Tyrande's hand but stopped to remove her glove first. The sentinel's flesh was cold as any corpse's but she gave the priestess' hand a firm squeeze and looked into her eyes.<span style="color: #b30000">"I'll do whatever it takes to give him back to you. I've seen what having a mate can do to someone, and not just Nalo but others in the city, I see how much happier and productive they are. I can't make you happy, I can't make you feel good or loved, I can't do anything but serve you. But if he can do for you what I can't I'll make him come back."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>