<span style="color: darkred">"Or a trip down to Dolanaar, far quicker and every bit as effective. From what I've seen so far your Alliance is no better or worse than their Horde, the only difference is the icon on the banners you wave in each other's faces. But what do I know, I'm just a monster." </span>She watched Tyrande stand up and leaned back in her seat.<span style="color: darkred">"She doesn't sound too different from me, I just do everything under the pretense of law enforcement. I don't believe that, priestess but I don't understand you enough to really argue. So you would admit the naga into the priesthood and then kick her family out of the city?"</span>She stood up and her blade rattled against the wall, displaying the sentinel's annoyance when her face couldn't.<span style="color: darkred">"Your problems are my problems. He is a problem and it is my duty to deal with it." </span>The blade settled down and she remained silent as she listened to the priestess.<span style="color: darkred"> "That's why you appreciate Ras' visits, he's the only man in your life you can trust. You know what he'll do when he comes around and you find a measure of security in that knowledge. He's an unnecessary burden to you personally and to your duties as a priestess. You can rest in my chambers tonight, away from him. It may be a bit colder than you're used to, but at least you'll have peace."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>