<span style="color: red">"I'm not wrong, I just... can't account for mortal inconsistency. Yet. I'll learn, provided I survive long enough."</span>She shot Tyrande a glance then started to bag up the diamond after it was broken.<span style="color: red"> "I wouldn't expect these primitives have the tools to properly cut diamonds of this caliber but I'll manage. I appreciate the gift and I'll see to it that it's put to good use." </span>Once standing up again she looked to Tyrande and extended one hand.<span style="color: red">"You can be a heart and soul of the city, I'll be the brains and Crimzon the muscle. You're mortal and know what's right and wrong but suffer from flawed logic, I don't understand mortal thought processes but my logic is flawless, and she's indestructible but uneducated. Instead of working around each other let us work together, for the good of your people." </span>Crimzon looked at the diamond then to her weapon.<span style="color: darkred">"Cleaner cuts, lighter weight, and stronger. I would like a new weapon, this is just a glaive I took from one of the launchers. Something personalized would be nice. Maybe a number of small blades, instead of a single large weapon a wall of blades at my command."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>