Crimzon growled low, a deep and monstrous sound to the ears of the satyr.<span style="color: #660000">“That woman is Tyrande Whisperwind, the leader of the Night Elven people. She is performing a ritual.”</span>She looked at Elune when she appeared and smiled a little.<span style="color: #660000"> “Tyrande is doing some sort of purification ritual. As for the satyr, she was in the area and I detected her. So I apprehended her while Tyrande was distracted.” </span>She looked down at Elrayne and pulled her up to her feet.<span style="color: #660000">“There you have it. You have been found worthy and you are free to continue servicing this Moonwell. Elune, can you return her true form? Assuming she wants it, of course, I wouldn’t dare ask you to act against her will.” </span>She pulled the priestess back up to her hooves.<span style="color: #660000"> “Stand before her. She deserves that much respect.”</span><br/><br/>Ana smiled and nodded, giving Rachel’s chest a soft kiss.<span style="color: #ffcc99"> “That sounds good, it’ll give me the energy to try my best each and every day.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>