<span style="color: darkred">"I can if they're found guilty of treason of spreading dissent with intent to cause a riot. Not yet, priestess, everyone has an expiration date. I've already passed mine, but his is due soon. Politics make so very little sense, I don't understand why you people bother with them at all."</span>Crimzon looked at Tyrande and shook her head slowly.<span style="color: darkred">"I'm a monster now yet your goddess deemed me worthy of life, I just needed direction. And food. Surely she wasn't too different? I don't believe that priestess, your mood always seems lighter when he leaves. I think you try to be angry with him, but I like it when he comes over too. It's nice not having everyone fear or throw themselves to their knees trying to show their respect.  A Troll is a Troll is a Troll... and so on and so forth, but having a man in this city who walks with some measure of swagger is a refreshing breath of air. Then I can talk to the hunter's guild on your behalf and see what they're willing to do for her." </span>She glared right back and placed her hands on Tyrande's, even through her plate gloves the chilling cold of the sentinel's flesh could be felt.<span style="color: darkred">"You are my concern, your most tedious of duties have become stressful since he's returned, you've avoided resting even more since you now share a bed. Your quality of life as a whole has decreased and it is my job as your guardian to ensure that doesn't happen. I will speak to him, but I don't want to harm him... I will not harm him. I promise."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>