Crimzon was silent until they were out of earshot of the public, her arms folded and lips pursed.<span style="color: darkred">"That wasn't a sentinel. The woman on that table, in the sentinel's armor? She was a prisoner. I'm being made a fool of by my own sentinels, my own prison guards are plotting against me. I would say I won't stand for this mockery, but whoever is behind these attacks seems to be against it as well. I was working directly with Nalo when it came to deciding who would be guarding which groups of prisoners, it was quite easy for two people who don't think with emotion to assign the right guards. And she wouldn't tamper with it, not when it's."</span>The sentinel stopped and rubbed her chin for a moment.<span style="color: darkred">"I'll speak to Nalo about it. She'll know something about the attacks if the Warden's report is to be believed."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>