<span style="color: red">"Everything I do is business. From having people removed to impregnating women. If there's not a contract I don't have anything to do with it. Trade needs taxes and regulations, we don't need it turning into a backwater known for selling slaves and drugs." </span>She jumped as the two Morah appeared, the usually impassive Draenei's eyes lighting up and tail wagging. Nalo cleared her throat and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"If you won't give me the Crossroads I'll need to a way to get there and back quickly and easily."</span>She picked up the map and traced her nail across the lava line that split The Barrens.<span style="color: red">"A tram from Darnassus to The Barrens would be perfect, but I don't think something that advanced is within your power... could this trench be deepened, widened, and split clean through Kalimdor? I own the Darnassian boatyard, we could build a dock here for increased trade... and I'm going to start boring you with business talk. Look, I can make The Crossroads the trade center of the world. Keep in touch, alright? If I can get my hands on The Crossroads we'll meet again and see about making the land around it more open for trading. That will be our deal. If I can get ownership of The Crossroads, you help me make it better, for all of the races."</span>She frowned at him but said nothing and wrapped her arms around her Morah tightly, quickly burying her face in the Tauren's fur and wagging her tail even faster.<br/><br/>She moved Ashia's hand to her rounded midsection and smiled.<span style="color: olive">"You managed to produce five eggs in one session, I figured you would have been out cold seeing as you fell asleep still in me. But if you want to hunt food I would suggest the grasslands near the Southern coast. Lots of caribou, cousins of the deer, and massive creatures called mammoths... you'll know them when you see them. I don't think you'd eat one though, they'd be several meals even for you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>