<span style="color: darkred">"But why here? We have nothing to offer her and there's other cities that would offer her more. What about the people? What if they support her and abandon the temple? I'm sure I'm just being overly paranoid. The Succubus, yes, the workers all seemed very excited to be a part of it. Apparently it's to be a modern work of art, a true naval master piece. What she plans to do with it... none of them really know but the entire shipyard has been changed to fit its construction. It's going to be something massive, and I'm both excited to see it and terrified of what it'll be. If it's a battleship, there's really no telling who she'll turn it on. If it's a transport... why make it so large?"</span>She nodded and stood up.<span style="color: darkred"> "I don't think it was but I'll bring you the coroner's report and we can see what they say. I'll go get the sentinel though, and I'll check on the other." S</span>he nodded again and headed for the door.<span style="color: darkred">"I never held it against you." </span>Crimzon left the room and returned almost an hour later carrying the sentinel. The sentinel had a bloodied band around her head, covering her eyes and a large board bound to her back.<span style="color: darkred">"The broken Sentinel Whisperleaf. Heavily medicated and blind, apparently."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>