<span style="color: #4d4dff">"And she still sees us for the actions the actions of Nalo. Let us just hope that you live along enough for her to see us as as a valuable asset to the city, though we won't be active for much longer so it is probably not something to worry about. Our creator gave us roughly five years worth of fuel and is unlikely to return to this world. We understand, but we feel letting you stress yourself to death would be a waste of life."</span><br/><br/>The ambassador looked at Tyrande like she had grown a second head and was clearly struggling to remain professional. After collecting his thoughts and taking a deep breath he shook his head. "You expect me to believe that two Draenei managed to raid your temple, beat you in a fight, kidnap the single most hated woman in Silvermoon, and that Ibara ordered this? Ibara would rather see Nalo hacked to bits and fed to Murlocs than let her back into the city. I hold you in high regard, High Priestess, but this is all nonsense." Crimzon stood up from her chair and nearly vaulted over Tyrande's desk to get in his face.<span style="color: #b30000">"Do you want to tell a temple full of people that what they witnessed was nonsense? How the imprint of my body in a stone pillar? Does that sound like nonsense to you?"</span>The Elf nodded slowly then looked to Tyrande. "Your... friend here has a way with words, doesn't she? I will speak with Ibara and we will see if we can get to the bottom of this."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>