"I don't apologize to monsters." Ras was halfway teleported home on his own when Eldryn sent him back. "No better than Ibara's father, he'll be corrupted by his own power just like the rest of them..." Ras continued to mutter to himself as he headed into the kitchen and poured himself a drink.<br/><br/>When Tyrande awoke she'd find herself more refreshed than usual, but that the sun had long since risen over Darnassus. The remains of several burnt herbs littered her nightstand and Crimzon was still reading the book Nalo had given her.<span style="color: darkred">"Good morning, High Priestess. I hope you slept well."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>