"Someone is always home, so even if you just want a hot meal and some company always feel free to visit. Even if you're by yourself." He nodded to the two women and left, appearing outside Ophidian's home a short while later.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"I want you to know I take no pleasure in doing this. It is my job and I do what must be done." </span>She shook her head and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #b30000">"I don't personally care about the gold or the coffers, I live comfortably and I plan on leaving this city when I can. But Tyrande trusts me to be thorough and I will."</span>She looked over the merchant and remained silent as she walked behind his stall and started to dig through his paperwork.<span style="color: #b30000"> "He'll get his ass kicked if he tries to get violent. But we're adults and we'll handle this as such. Interesting, very interesting..." </span>She ignored the shop keep as she physically tore the lock off of his coffer and looked over the money within<span style="color: #b30000">. "My name is Nalo, I'm the one you're supposed hate for raising the city's taxes. I can see why you don't know who I am."</span>She looked to her assistant.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Fraud, evasion, and laundering. Not properly reporting his income..." </span>She looked at the meat he was selling and shook his head.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Improperly prepared food, also a health violation. No proper storage either. So let's hear it, what's your excuse?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>