<span style="color: darkred">"Perhaps, it's not as though I was created to understand mortals. Let alone exist as long as I have. A crowd is only as strong as the will of the loudest voice. Silence a voice, break the will, ruin the body... Mobs are dangerous only to those afraid of drawing blood for the greater good." </span>The sentinel's blade began to tremble at the mention of Varian but Crimzon calmed it with a touch.<span style="color: darkred">"I'm curious to meet this so-called leader of the Alliance. I want to see what makes him tick, and see if he really has the heart of a lion... I'd have to remove it to find out. Maybe he'll die in battle and I'll have the honor of finding out. Sarevess, that's a nice name for a lesser creature. Tell me, when you send her on her pilgrimage which path will you send her down? Will you let her survive or will you send her to her death? I'm sure the civilians don't appreciate the Naga living with the Troll and... blue woman. If she were to not survive her trials the outsiders would have no reason to remain within our city and that'd be one less trouble in the city. I've learned it from you priestess, you push away that which bothers you, it's only natural that I do the same for the sake of my duty." </span>Crimzon looked at the chair then to the priestess and slowly did as told, her blood red eyes shining eerily in the light of the rising sun.<span style="color: darkred"> "You should take this time to sleep in and recover your strength. Ras may be a simple Troll with little sense, but I can't imagine it was easy for him to give you an entire day off. Ras is a Troll, I don't think any number of women would satisfy him. Perhaps you should ask our new heretic about your fertility? The'kal seems more giving than Elune ever could be."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>