The priestess bowed to Tyrande and returned to her duties on the other side of the temple, the glow from her tattoos and the power she radiated with gone and undetectable. Crimzon watched her go and idly spun her blade.<span style="color: darkred">"The mind is an interesting thing, is it not? Before today she was one of the most respected priestesses in the city, in all of the Night Elven lands actually. And by helping innocents she's become a potential target for the hate of an entire nation and no longer trusted by her own... whatever you are to her." </span>Shaking her head she followed close behind Tyrande but kept an eye on the priestess until she was out of sight.<span style="color: darkred">"Lunell Bladesinger, High Borne descendant, known for her impassive nature and martial abilities along with her healing prowess said to rival the goddess herself. They said she became more friendly when Astranaar was attacked, she was one of the city's first responders. I read the report on the attack and those involved. The witnesses said she fought with more brutality than even the Orcs." </span>The sentinel spoke as if reading directly from a page and looked back at Tyrande.<span style="color: darkred">"I think you should consider going to bed soon, it's getting late and you have a meeting with your favorite Troll tomorrow. He actually filled out and turned in the appropriate paperwork to schedule a meeting with you. Believe me, I looked for every loophole and spoke to everyone else in power to see if there was a legal way to deny him. There wasn't, he did everything by the books. While you rest I'll send for some strong ale to help you survive tomorrow."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>