<span style="color: cyan">"ill just follow my nose my dear, your scent is etched in my memory."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: sandybrown">"sanity is the only thing that has kept my people alive... that and alot of arguements with Tyrande about what we can and cant afford. the Alliance has been trying to kill us, thats what i believe and i dont care who hears it. its not a bad idea, turning a battleship into one is a bad idea, it would have to be built properly. well unlike Silvermoon Darnassus rewards its helpers, hell we welcomed a damned Naga into our city when he proved himself an ally."</span>she nodded and headed back with a sigh.<span style="color: sandybrown">"about the mess... i havent had any help. but any papers on the floor are garabage." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>