<span style="color: olive">"There's always a chance they'll have some corruption, the children that we created will be as pure as possible. But the ones from your eggs will be more mortal and susceptible to the corruption." </span>She smiled softly and wrapped her arms around Ashia tightly.<span style="color: olive">"Good, when we go home I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep."</span>She shook her head and tensed under the bite.<span style="color: olive">"Everyone has their naughty habits, one would think that the Dwarves would have more booze involved in their foreplay."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: red">"Easily."</span>She stood before Tyrande and held out one hand, an image of Darnassus appearing above it.<span style="color: red">"I hold your city in the palm of my hand, at a word I could snuff every life in the city. On a whim I can bring it to its knees. But that's not me, and you know it. You know what I create and who I destroy. Your city is safe and will be back in your possession before long. Elune can't protect your people, you can't either, their only options were to flee or die." </span>The image faded and she turned to leave.<span style="color: red"> "You know you can trust me, you don't want to out of pride but you know I won't hurt your people." </span>Her tail flicked idly.<span style="color: red">"She shouldn't have, you're right. I'm going to have her executed when she outlives her usefulness. She's proven to be a liability to her sisters, she has no honor or loyalty. I could bring the Wardens and sentinels to a grinding halt through her. Don't worry about her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>