<span style="color: #4d4dff">"And when you die who will carry your dream? Trust us with some responsibility, you have seen what a defective being like Nalo can do to a dead civilization like the Night Elves, and surely you saw the sparks of good when she was here. We were designed from the ground up to work with the mortal leaders of this world."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon slowly stood back up and the shattered pieces of her weapons floated around her as she stumbled back to Tyrande's office.<span style="color: #b30000"> "We lost that fight... I failed you. I let a civilian be captured by an enemy combatant. Should I have Morah notified?" </span>It would take several minutes before a sentinel escorted in one of Silvermoon's ambassadors and nearly hurled him into the room by his collar. "High Priestess, to what do I owe the honor of such... Rough treatment?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>