<span style="color: #ff8000">"it will be fine, i am sure Sellendra can get another job if she can't keep the current one."</span><span style="color: #b35900">"i never had much of a sense of humor."</span><br/><br/>Tyrande flinched a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"you know i had no choice... the situation was impossible. the city? no, not at all but there are huge swaths of lands we control where practically no one lives and she wouldn't have had to do it all at once. a hundred a week could have been easily managed and it would have gotten me out from under the thumb of the Alliance years ago. Nalo's work has reached the limit of our available workforce and it's making her very frustrated. no, don't be silent, i am not upset."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"ignoring that without weapons or powers you can't break even my smallest bones you don't need to hit me you need to talk. you need to scream so loud Elune's ears bleed. you need to let your pain and your rage flow away. you cannot hurt me Vyre, with your fists or your words, in my shadow form i am intangible and i was trained and honed for longer then you have been alive for this exact situation. you could blame me for everything you have endured and it will not phase me. you could call me a filthy Eredar whore and i will shrug it off like dusty cloak. you can rant about your mother or Azshara or anyone else and you will not upset me. let me take care of you like you do for Anna. pour all of your pain and your anger and your fears into me." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>