<span style="color: red">"Except unlike you, Vyre has shown hints of humanity. They're faint and last about as long as your attention span, but I've seen them. She'll be a good military leader once she's... been wrangled in. That lack of trust will get you killed long before your time is due, but it's not my job to tell you how to live your life, I'm just putting you to use while you still breathe."</span>Nalo shrugged and turned to leave.<span style="color: red"> "Then I will leave it here anyways, this is, after all, where I store my trash. Befitting what you are, hah." </span>The Draenei seemed to sneeze but it soon turned into a muffled giggle until she corrected herself and cleared her throat.<span style="color: red">"You're no better than I am, dragon or not, we're both monsters among our kind and would be equally hated by the public if they knew our true nature. We're abominations, the only difference between you and I is that I made something decent of myself. Taking out the trash is the biggest part of my job, and since I had to block off the tunnels I used to hide the corpses in I had this warehouse dug out and built. Now it's your home, but there's also a small house on the surface should you not want to spend too much time down here. Next time you decide to make a mess in my city, be kind enough to warn my guards ahead of time, they'll clean up after you and they'll do it without fuss." </span>She paused and slowly looked back at Ashia.<span style="color: red">"Don't expect pity when I was literally made to do that very thing." </span>The malice in her voice would have made even the dragon slightly uncomfortable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>