Nyaka growled as Sarevess stopped and bit the tip of her tail in frustration.<span style="color: darkorange"> "We've already gone through this, he's a petulant child who was manipulated by two jealous and hateful women. The same women who turned him against every woman in his life are the same two who abandoned him. He has nobody in his life now and he's dead to the rest of us."</span><br/><br/>"It's not enough, Tyrande. You're trying to bullshit a bullshitter. I know what you're going through, probably better than you do. Leave them in Feralas, what's left of it anyways, don't lose ground because you can't handle yourself here. You need someone already in the city you can count on, someone who has nothing left to lose." Crimzon narrowed her eyes.<span style="color: darkred">"Enough? It'll be enough when you drop dead in front of a bunch of acolytes! It'll be enough when your sentinels turn on you because they're terrified of YOU. I survive off the blood of our prisoners and I'm not the scariest thing in the city. What happens when riots break out and you have no army to quell them? It'll be, who? You, me, and your failure of a goddess against the might of the sentinels? You need to make some changes."</span>Ras moved around the other side of the desk and shifted back to his Troll form. "Understood, Leena. Your family is still more than welcome to come over for dinner regardless." He looked to Tyrande then placed one hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't hesitate to call on me. Even if you just need someone to talk to I'm always here for you." He gave her shoulder a squeeze then turned to leave. "I'll bother Malfurion later, I can tell you want me out of the city."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>