"<span style="color: cyan">i dont have to throw anything away to still be with you, alot of the priestesses and even a couple Acolytes are married."</span><br/><br/>the Elf rolled her eyes and shook her head.<span style="color: sandybrown"> "we arent in debt yet, i have managed to stave that off but its not far off. the city could support itself fine if we hadnt been at war for for so many years with so many losses! we arent geared for this kind of long, drawn out conflict... we had a booming economy before the Third War, its all been downhill from there."</span>she sighed irritably but nodded.<span style="color: sandybrown"> "fine, lets go."</span>she frowned and without hessitation punched Nalo in the face.<span style="color: sandybrown"> "i am not a slave and i never will be. no Elf will ever be sold and get the thought out of your head or ill report you and Tyrande will take your ugly head off." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>