<span style="color: blue">"They do their work remotely, they don't show themselves, they leave no proof of their whereabouts... no evidence beyond what they want to be known."</span>Llara let out a low, but pathetic whimper as she held her bleeding shoulder and made her way over to a box. After a bit of shuffling she pulled out a steel cap and attached it to where her arm used to be to seal the wound.<span style="color: blue"> "This is the best I can do, I don't... I can't heal myself or others like most Draenei, I haven't been able to since I was rebuilt."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>