<span style="color: darkred">"The prison is my responsibility. What good are those prisoners serving life sentences? Some of them will be in there for hundreds of years living off the city's coffers. What good does it do anyone to keep them?" </span>The sentinel bolted the second was healed and Crimzon reached up to touch her face when she was hit. Uninjured, but the blow made her pause all the same.<span style="color: darkred">"... T-." </span>She stopped and looked at Tyrande for several moments in silence.<span style="color: darkred">"Please trust me. That woman, that Draenei, is here to help the city. Nothing you've done has worked in the past, all you've done is keep the city afloat if she can make it prosper... her ideas are extreme. The prison is in shambles, funding is too low to maintain a safe building, with less prisoners to maintain the build can be fixed. Money can be saved for the city. Please don't send me away, helping you, serving you is all I have. I knew you would be upset, she warned me repeatedly that it would be a bad idea but I have faith. Please trust my judgement, just once."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>