Nyaka poked Zelina’s nose and then wagged her finger.<span style="color: #59b300">“Be nice to her, she works hard to help people and tolerates Tyrande’s nonsense and ego. You should pick on the priestesses or someone else. And I don’t know why you keep calling her a machine, she works line one and she’s very smart, but she’s a woman and has a mate too.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">“I understand. I wouldn’t come here alone, nor would I feel comfortable putting on a show like this. But at home, or at your house, I can see myself learning the ropes. Or chains, if you prefer. I guess if I hang you from my ceiling it's what I prefer... hm. I still need to get in the right mindset." </span>He nodded and put the pin back on.<span style="color: #808080">"Alright, I trust your judgement."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>