<span style="color: darkred">"When disent started to break out over my initial placement in the prison I encouraged the anger, I publicly executed a man who had been sentenced for life. And when their hatred had festered and was ready to ignite? I extinguished their spark with blood. Drip. Drop. Silence. Anger is healthy, violence only causes problems for those of... weak constitutions. He is a Human." </span>She paused and looked at her blade which remained lifeless before continuing.<span style="color: darkred"> "Easily replaceable, we can find a better "King". Perhaps the Dwarves? Their little... what do they call it? Council? One of them would be more than qualified to heard around a bunch of human shaped cats. I'm sure you'd be more willing to agree with a man tall enough to double as a stool." </span>The sentinel paused and closed her eyes for a moment.<span style="color: darkred">"Good, the Naga has a good heart and I want to see her prosper in this city. The Troll is fine, if you allow Ras to walk around and act like he owns the city, and you, I think one Troll looking for honest work can be accepted by the city. If nothing else I can give her a job at the prison filling out paperwork or something, it's not as though the money I make does me any good."</span>Her eyes slowly opened and she looked back at Tyrande.<span style="color: darkred"> "I will deal with anything that comes up and leave the exceptional issues to your mate, it's not as though he's done... anything of value to the city since he's shown up. All he's done is proven to be a distraction to you. I feel like I'd be doing you a favor in removing him. I don't think I'll ever understand what goes on in your head, perhaps I'll just give up and follow your orders in silence."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>