<span style="color: green">"Arlokk and Whisperia are the only friends that I have, I can't imagine any friends from my past life would still be alive. Especially if I'm as old as I'm starting to think I am... No, I want you to fix me, I want to be back to myself and live normally, I don't like being confused over the smallest of things. What do you need to do the soul stuff? I'm sure I can get it for you."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">"I have no intentions on waging a war, I plan on finding out the leader behind this corruption of my city and bringing their head to Tyrande." </span>"Halt, you have no place to be here monster. Return to your prison cells or we'll drag you back in a body bag." Five of the temple sentinels surrounded them and Crimzon pushed Kuro back.<span style="color: darkred"> "You have no right to tell me I'm not allowed to speak with my superior... demon."</span>The sentinel raised an eyebrow then started laughing.<span style="color: darkred">"Avert your eyes, Kuro."</span>The laughing soon turned into a strangled gurgle followed by screams of horror from the other four sentinels who quickly ran. Crimzon picked up the flayed body, all off the blood violently ripped from it, and headed up the ramp to Tyrande's platform.<span style="color: darkred"> "I think demons disguised as Night Elves should be proof enough."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"Well you said she'll only listen to four people, I'm going to hope I'm one of those four. Thank you, it's been too long since I've seen her and I don't think she's met our children yet. At least you do, it seems like everyone else thinks he goes out and parties every night while his loved ones are home alone."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>