Nyaka took her seat as she watched them tend to Jin'jara and sipped her glass of juice slowly.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "Spoiled little girl. You're lucky you're so cute mother or I'd argue against keeping pets on the table."</span>She stuck her tongue out at her again and leaned back in her chair.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Oh, still, I'll talk to Elune and Crimzon about it. I think we three can figure out some way to give Tyrande some much needed release. But enough about her, have you enjoyed your time on this island so far? I know it was... rocky when we first got here but I hope tomorrow is better for you."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon looked just as confused by Tyrande's denial.<span style="color: #b30000"> "But then... that's what I remember happening... How did I come to Darnassus to meet you then? I'm so confused."</span>If Tyrande looked into Crimzon's memories she would be able to see they had been handcrafted by someone, but it wouldn't be possible to tell by who.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>