<span style="color: red">"I want to help you Whisperia, but you won't let me. There's nothing I can do for you or Karren."</span>She screamed out as she was hit and looked up at Whisperia, her brown eyes slowly turning fel-green.<span style="color: red">"Yes, you are pathetic. And it pains me seeing you with Karen unable to care for her, unable to do the smallest of tasks to keep her." </span>Shadows enveloped the warlock's legs and she pulled herself to her feet, fully healed.<span style="color: red">"Then you should thank my crutch, if it wasn't for her I would turn your little jungle into a fel-tainted wasteland. Starting with your children. Deal with Karren or I'll take everything from you." </span>The warlock shrouded herself in a demonic flames and vanished through a portal.<br/><br/>As time went on in Darnassus, Nalo gained total control of the Tradesman's Terrace and soon began to extend her reach into the Craftsman's as well. As her reach grew more and more sentinels began resigning from Tyrande's command and taking up the tabard of Nalo's personal army. Crimzon had returned to her duty as Tyrande's bodyguard and no longer did more anymore than asked.<span style="color: darkred">"Nalo's done what she said she would, the city is... somehow prospering, but at what cost?"</span>Crimzon sat down across from Tyrande's desk and offered her a glass of water.<span style="color: darkred">"The temple may lose its power to Nalo's empire, Elune's funding has nearly let her purchase the entirety of the city."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>