<span style="color: cyan">"oh no, you are the most important part of my life, i may hit a few bumps in the road but you matter more then anything."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"exactly, memories from others, as i recall you yourself are extremely young and that does make a difference. your mind doesnt work the same as the memories you have, its no better then what others read in a book. educational but no replacement for actual personal experience, especially in combat. there is no one to help me Crimzon, i cant trust anyone to make the choices i have to make."</span>Tyrande shook her head and walked out, barely giving Nalo a glance.<span style="color: purple"> "if Ras knew the half of it he wouldnt bring me a single Draenei to try to solve it. but congratulations on rebuilding a half-baked refugee camp, this on the other hand is an ancient nation under siege from all sides and from within with problems far more serious then the stupidity of Ibara."</span>Tyrande looked at Crimzon as she marched through the temple to the main room.<span style="color: purple"> "Sentinels, re-open the temple!"</span>they nodded and opened the doors as the High Priestess turned to head back.<span style="color: purple"> "Ras treats things with such delicate hands... and Crimzon your not one to talk about proving yourself, you think you can get the Horde out? go try, see if a single Sentinel will listen to you. but you are forbidden from using brute force, threats or your fangs to do so. you say you can handle economic issues?"</span>she walked into an office that looked to be an utter disaster, a single young Elf woman up to her ears in paperwork.<span style="color: sandybrown">"whatever it is we cant afford it!"</span><span style="color: purple"> "you say that everytime i walk in here."</span><span style="color: sandybrown">"thats because last time you wanted money for ten battleships, a dozen troop carriers and eight glaive throwers. the time before that you wanted new equipment for two thousand Sentinels and before that you wanted to open and damned Hippogryph hatchery!"</span><span style="color: purple"> "actually we need about three times that and twenty times that in equipment for the Sentinels, i was being gentle."</span>the woman paled and shook her head.<span style="color: sandybrown"> "theres no way youll wring that from these books unless it starts raining gold."</span>Tyrande sighed angrily and turned on Nalo.<span style="color: purple">"well here you go, dive in and see if you can wring some money out of all this paperwork. the people scream the taxes are too high and then they scream because the Horde marches in... very confusing for familys tens of thousands of years old to be so broke."</span><span style="color: sandybrown">"am i fired?"</span><span style="color: purple">"no, your getting help." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>