<span style="color: darkred">"I'm just expressing my concern, priestess. I know she is good for the city and our people, at least for the time being but I don't trust her. Why would she come here just to help? Nobody ever wants to help just because. She may, there's good money to be made in war, but there could be better money in owning her own city. The resources we have at our disposal, the resources she thinks we have. She's building a large cruise ship, I asked around the workers to see what was going on. Apparently it's like nothing they've ever seen before, but they're excited to apart of "The Succubus" as they're calling it." </span>Crimzon paused and nodded slowly.<span style="color: darkred">"Three escapees. They overwhelmed the guards assigned to them. They were found strangled by their own intestines near another camp of workers. The sentinels that failed have also been punished, the one that was attacked was given proper medical care but may never walk again. A pickaxe was taken to her back. The second sentinel was unharmed. Until Nalo found out about what happened. Her fate is as of yet unknown. And no clues as to who caught the prisoners. Who, or what, caught the prisoners is being investigated... less than thoroughly, I'm not risking sentinels looking for something with the strength to hang a full grown Tauren from a tree by its guts."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>