<span style="color: olive">"Well you'll never have to fuck another mortal again so you needn't worry about restraining yourself, I want you to be as rough with me and Mel as you need to be to get the most out of our time together. You'll get used to letting go in time, all three of us are nearly immortal so there's no rush to go about breaking old habits. If you have an issue with Thrak why not point her attention elsewhere then get to dicking down Miriam, or... you could just bring her home for a visit." </span>She shook her head and grinned.<span style="color: olive"> "I've had a rough week, I want you to help me move past it and properly mark our new home. I want to forget about the rest of Azeroth and just focus on our home our... ah, I'll think of a name later." </span>She returned the kiss and pushed Ashia towards the bed.<span style="color: olive">"What kind of book would my dear Dragon need to scare some Dwarves to get? I bet it's something nasty... and sexy."</span><br/><br/>Nalo stared at Tyrande blankly for a moment and shook her head, the figure of speech going right over her head.<span style="color: red"> "Look past my reputation and look at my results. I own most of your city, you're paranoid that I own the sentinels, and my reach grows everyday. I left behind enough gold to jump start Silvermoon's economy and maintain it for a full year. Even with Ibara's wild claims of me making the population explode soon, all but..."</span>She closed her eyes for a moment.<span style="color: red">"All but six children I sired will be leaving the city with their parents or euthanized because of a fault their parents find with them. And don't think about giving me any grief for that last part, if the children have a birth defect, mental retardation, developmental issues that'll prevent them from living a full life it's the parent's right to decide their fate. A speech? Crimzon, parchment and that writing utensil I showed you, please."</span>The sentinel nodded and began rummaging through a box and soon returned with stack of parchment and a long pencil with an eraser.<span style="color: red"> "Haven't thought of a name for it yet, works the same as a more... simple quill, but it doesn't require ink and rubbing that black end over your writing will erase it. It's not flawless, but it's less permanent than a quill and it'll make it easier for you to prepare." </span>Nalo placed one large hand on Tyrande's shoulder and looked into her eyes.<span style="color: red"> "I'm going to prepare to move to Pandaria, but I will stay here and dedicate myself to building up and supporting you. I'm not going to work around you or under you, I've rebuilt this city's economy and own enough of the city to strong arm anything I can't buy. My job here is done, all that's left is to wait until Silvermoon self-destructs and hope I can pull Morah from the wreckage." </span>She removed her hand and stood up.<span style="color: red">"I'll send him a letter, but I don't feel like being used anymore. I'm a person, not a machine. My reports are already coming in. Your scouts have delivered their reports to my people."</span>The shadows began to shift and before even Crimzon could react a huge pile of folders appeared on Tyrande's desk.<span style="color: red">"Shall I read through these and spare you what you already know while you work on your speech?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>