<span style="color: red">"You might have more of a life to live with a better diet. Or you may drop dead tomorrow. Nobody really knows." </span>Nalo seemed more serious as she listened to Shelleeana's every word, the Draenei's fingers actively drawing symbols or tapping silently on the table.<span style="color: red">"I see." </span>She relaxed and looked at the table then back to the Elf.<span style="color: red">"Well the most obvious solution is to simply buy out the businesses, you'll have to contract workers and materials, but it would be considerably cheaper. Prisoners are free labor, you're wasting gold but letting them sit idle in their cells. The war ships aren't needed except for homeland defense, which apparently your people can't handle anyways. Your Alliance can wage their wars on their own coin... but I'm... preaching to the choir." </span>Nalo closed her eyes for a while and nodded seemingly to herself.<span style="color: red">"I'm going to need money. A lot of it. Not the city's, this is going to be Silvermoon all over again. I'll have to ask Tyrande for a full copy of all the rules and regulations here. Abusing loop holes and inconsistencies is one of my favorite past times. My idea will be just a stepping stone, a way for me to get started in this city. I would also need some way to ensure my Horde costumers continued to have access to me. Lots of Blood Elven women as you would expect, but most of my Horde clientele were Tauren and Orcs. Orcs wanting a more gentle touch and Tauren wanting more... lively mates. The city will recover, with time. And a little creative thinking."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>