<span style="color: darkorange">"I can swim but there's no way I can swim as fast as you. So you get to carry me."</span>She jumped onto Sarevess' back and stuck her tongue out at a sentinel who watched them.<br/><br/>Ras placed one hand on Tyrande's shoulder and shook his head, his expression serious. "Don't worry, I'll see to it that the Horde have a sudden lack of seaworthy vessels and that the Alliance are finding their ships scattered throughout the lands. I appreciate the warning and I'm in your debt. Though you should lighten up for once, I was joking, if I went down on you I'd probably choke on all the dust between your thighs. How about a nice lunch when everything is over?" He headed for the door and nodded. "And for the record, telling me 'this information doesn't leave the room or I'm dead' isn't a very good reason. Consider yourself lucky I think you're beautiful and fun to harass. Oh, and I may have to sink a couple of your ships, just enough to keep your fleet from being able to be used as a back-up. I'll have Elune replace them, but until this boils over your fleet will need to be no more than a few mismanaged freighters. Ashia, The'kal, are you two feeling up for a little bit of fun?" The'kal appeared beside Ras in a Night Elven woman's body and folded her arms.<span style="color: olive">"I'm not in the mood for your kind of fun."</span>"We're going to be throwing war ships."<span style="color: olive">"I don't know why you would ask me to do that but it's random enough to get my interest. Why do we need Ashia?"</span>"Are you going to tell me she wouldn't want to watch people lose their shit as boats are lifted from the water and tossed like toys?" The goddess let out a low sigh and looked to Tyrande.<span style="color: olive">"You need to get two more hours of sleep each night or you're going to collapse in a week. Just two and you'll see a marked improvement in your day to day life."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>