<span style="color: darkorange">"You have better things to do with your time, like prepare for the suicide trip Tyrande's spiteful ass is going to send you on. When I get a chance I'm going to see if Ras can take me shopping in Silvermoon, word is they have the best place to get toys for the bedroom. And that's exactly what I need while you and Sell are away."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkred">"No command or combat experience? Have you gotten what I am? What I am made from? I have the memories, the thoughts, the ideas of nine different sentinels. The people have a right to be afraid of me, but they fear you more, they know you send the problems off to die. What do they know about me? That I keep the peace and drink blood. I will give it a try, there's a small Horde outpost your sentinels still haven't routed out. If I can deal with it, with minor casualties, I want ownership of the sentinels. I know the woman who can only watch helplessly as her life falls apart around her, I know the woman too stubborn to look to those around her and ask for help. I know you well enough to make the call." </span>Shaking her head Crimzon opened the door and held it for Tyrande.<span style="color: darkred"> "After you."</span>Once outside they'd see Ras and Nalo talking in the hallway the Draenei looking around the temple curiously. "That's her, the creature beside her in Crimzon. I have a family to tend to, Tyrande when Tyrande throws another tantrum I'll come get you." He turned and vanished while Nalo bowed to Tyrande.<span style="color: red"> "High Priestess. Ras informed me of your 'situation' and I'm willing to offer you my services. I rebuilt Silvermoon's economy from the ground up, reinforced the city's infrastructure to withstand both natural and mortal disasters, and I owe your goddess a favor. I have the calculating speeds of a machine, if you know what is, and the ability to remember any and all things shown to me. Give me a task and I'll see to it that it's done without flaw."</span>Crimzon looked between Nalo and Tyrande.<span style="color: darkred"> "The High Priestess has no time for people to prove themselves." </span><span style="color: red">"From what Ras says the High Priestess barely has time to change her underwear, we can walk and talk."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>