<span style="color: #00ffff">"did i have sex with her?"</span>she nodded with a faint smirk.<span style="color: #00ffff"> "good, you should be saving your energy for them. its not perverted, its perfectly healthy to have an active fantasy life."</span><br/><br/>"thats what he said." he frowned faintly but didnt reply. "yes ma'am." he stopped just outside the office to send the required message and then followed quickly. "well Tyrande does, she was rather generaous in her financial aid to them before he said they no longer need it." the Sentinel looked at her and nodded. "ill get people on it." when she got to the Harpies she would find a massive tree obviously reshaped by a Druid, its large banches turned into platforms with rooves hanng from above but without walls. at the base under another roof sat a Human cuddlings a clearly pregnant Harpy but he looked up and smiled.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"can i help you? im afraid the ladies only take male customers."</span>above them two couples were clearly fucking on the platforms and many other Harpies were looking down at them. "its about your taxes sir." he sighed angrily and stood up. "<span style="color: #4dffa6">how many times do i have to tell you to fuck off? i have paperwork signed by Tyrande granting these Harpies pardons for all past crimes and all rights pertaining to the land they have lived on for generations."</span><span style="color: #a6ff4d">"yeah, you no get bully us anymore and take all Harpy's hard earned shinies."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>