Nyaka nodded with a smile and after finishing her slice of dried meat moved back into the shallows.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"As I said. Honor is strange to me. I am... different from the normal Draenei, I don't understand emotions, morals, honor, things like that make no sense to me. If it's no tangible it holds no meaning to me. I'll make it work, I may not be the unstoppable workhorse than I used to be but I've got the knowledge to make it work. Even if I can't turn this place into a bustling metropolis I'll at least give you some reprieve. Well a Troll demi-god, or former, at any rate, calls him brother so I think doing something big is a substantial understatement. I don't know anything about the naga, I've only met a female one and she wasn't very interested in speaking to me. Though she did save me from prison and a life as an object."</span>She smiled a bit and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"It's not about getting the money back, it's about beating whoever write these over the head with a binder full of them. The city is being screwed out of gold on almost every paper here, and most of them are coming from the Stormwind Harbor. I'm going to break someone's neck."</span>After several minutes of sorting papers and setting them off to the side she stood up then stumbled and held her head.<span style="color: red"> "That's... whoa... I don't think that's supposed to happen. Keep that pile, I'm going to put it together and drop it on someone's head. And that's not an exaggeration. Now, find yourself another chair and let me get to work. I need space, something to write with, and a place to store completed paperwork."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>