Crimzon lead Tyrande out of the room and towards the the barracks. Lowered her voice to a whisper she looked around the city.<span style="color: darkred"> "Nalo is building an army, the grey and white tabards designate her soldiers from the city's, the designs designate rank. Between you and I think it may be a warden behind these attacks. Acting as Nalo's scythe. Escapees and a sentinel who may have been an accomplice to the attack, butchered with clean cuts and left out as warnings."</span>Despite no longer wearing their Darnassian armor, every sentinel showed Tyrande the same respect as always. Every one saluting the High Priestess and stepping out of her way.<span style="color: darkred"> "Little more than cannon fodder." </span>Crimzon shoved a sentinel out of their way who had her back to them and opened the door to the barracks.<span style="color: darkred">"She's in the medical ward." </span>In the room four exhausted acolytes stood around an operating table with the sentinel completely wrapped in cloth to stem the bleeding.<span style="color: blue">"High Priestess! Thank Elune, this is... this is more than any of us were ever trained to heal." </span>All four acolytes had magic burns on their hands from channeling their healing spells.<span style="color: orange">"There was so much blood, whoever did this is a monster."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>