<span style="color: red">"Funny how that works. The hardworking and ever dedicated city accountant has to jump through countless hoops to speak to her own boss yet I can just walk in and talk to her. An unproven Draenei working purely off Ras' word, despite being so hated by Tyrande she trusts him with me?" </span>Nalo shook her head and finished her tea.<span style="color: red">"Strong? No, but I'm smart enough. Smart enough to extend my reach over this city, buy out the businesses, one by one, re-appropriate funds. Darnassus could be mine in a few years time, all of the Night Elven lands shortly after. Destruction is messy and counter-productive. I can just let the city give itself to me."</span>Her smile was unsettling as she stretched her arms and leaned back in her chair.<span style="color: red">"Well I wish you good luck, because I doubt I'll be here to take the credit and Tyrande doesn't need any more fame going to her head."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>