A sentinel came running into the Tyrande's office at top speed but nearly had her head taken off as Crimzon held out one arm that the soldier ran into. The sentinel screamed out and grabbed her shattered nose while Crimzon pulled her to her feet.<span style="color: green">"The... the prisoners! A Draenei just butchered most of them! Just walked in like she owned the place and slaughtered them like pigs! We couldn't stop her either, she- we tried holding on to her arms and legs and nothing slowed her down."</span><span style="color: red">"Of course she did, I gave her permission to do so." </span><span style="color: green">"Wh-what!?"</span><span style="color: red"> "She's here to save the city money, we have many prisoners who will be here for life. Living freely, and better than they deserve. I gave her permission to kill them in any way she chose. Those she didn't kill are going to be used as cattle for me, and those with short sentences for non-violent crimes will be put to work doing physical labor. She showed me the numbers and I gave her my signature. Tell me, when you say slaughtered, how did she do it?" </span>The sentinel stared blankly at Crimzon and shook her head then looked to Tyrande.<span style="color: green">"She... well most of them she just picked up and snapped her necks with fuss. The ones who tried to fight back... she just twisted their heads off like a child would a cheap toy." </span><span style="color: red">"Huh, cleaner than I would have done it. I'll dispose of the bodies shortly."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>