Chiren hissed and giggled happily.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "Mommy Emmy is silly, she look like that 'uana!" </span>She pointed to the large iguana lounging on a massive branch without a care in the world.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "It means- Oh, never mind. I understand, my love. I figured you would be okay in here because there's not too many people and it's mostly animals, but we can head home if you're starting to feel overwhelmed."</span><br/><br/>Nalo seemed completely impassive as Shandris spoke but smiled a little when she was told she didn't know where to find Tyrande. Her entire demeanor changed when Morah was brought up again and she looked at Elar when she was touched. She stared at him for a long moment then looked at Shandris before leaving the office.<span style="color: #b30000">"Orphaned wretch, taken in by Tyrande and that unfaithful bastard, only good for laying on her back and swinging a sword. And she threatens my wife? Tell me, Elar. As my advisor I truly appreciate your council. Do I burn every official record this city has, let it fall to ruin, and watch your people lose everything while relying on a bunch of moronic Sentinels? While Morah and I up and move out of Night Elf territory where we can't be touched. Or do I contact my little sister, glass Feathermoon Stronghold, and salt the island. And then pack up and leave with Morah while still watching this city fall to its knees? Stormwind has made several offers to get me to work for them, I could work for Thunderbluff, and the Dwarves and Gnomes would love to have me."</span>When they reached her office an Avatar of Animus was already waiting for them inside with a few folders laid out.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Vyre owes me some favors too, I could call those in and let her put Shandris and her Sentinels in the ground. Publicly. I could call on Ras too..."</span><span style="color: #0000ff">"Ras won't help you harm mortals and Vyre doesn't honor her promises. If you want Feathermoon Stronghold converted into anything you will have to draft documents for a suitable replacement and find homing for the mortals there would be put out." </span>Nalo rolled her eyes before reaching into her desk and pulling out a pistol, which she used to blow a hole through the avatar's head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>