<span style="color: darkred">"This is why I worry. She has so much at her disposal already, an army to rival your own, control of the businesses, prisons, and the shipyard. And you have... faith and a few high ranking sentinels?"</span>The four acolytes all let out sighs of relief as the sentinel was healed and three left the room while the last sat down against the wall.<span style="color: blue">"I'll carry her to the infirmary to rest." </span>Crimzon started to pull back the bandages and her expression darkened when she saw the sentinel's face though he remained silent until the bandages were drained of blood and folded up neatly.<span style="color: darkred"> "Let's pay a visit to the shipyard, see if we can get you a copy of the blueprints." </span>Crimzon made her way out of the room, but her rattling swords showed her anger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>