"Well when I can spend more than ten minutes around you without some sort of tragedy occurring I'll happily grow your tusks back in. Most female Trolls have cute tusks, I know if I still had mine you'd find me far more charming. And I would grow them back, but they get in the way of one of my favorite activities. Alright, outside it is, you two try not to have too much fun without me."<br/><br/>The peace of the Temple of Elune was shattered by a blood curdling shriek of agony and a few minutes later Crimzon was dragging a horribly burnt priestess up the ramp to Tyrande's platform.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "I found this demon trying steal water from the Moonwell, she is well disguised."</span>She threw the demon in disguise to Tyrande's feet and handed the High Priestess her usual report of the prison then turned to leave. The woman at Tyrande's feet looked exactly like another Night Elf, the blood leaking from her blisters even matched the smell of a Night Elf's, and the few chaotic thoughts racing through her mind were even those of a priestess. But after a few moments the illusion broke and Bayne reached up to rub her forehead.<span style="color: DarkOrchid"> "This isn't as bad as it may appear."</span>The demoness pulled herself to her feet and quickly conjured and smashed a health stone to instantly heal away the burns from the holy water.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">"I just needed a small amount of the water so if you don't mind I'll uh, I'll be on my way."</span>She held up a small vial for Tyrande to see then conjured up her Night Elven form again and headed for the ramp.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>