<span style="color: #b30000">"Is it wrong that part of me wishes we could fight the Humans? They've walked over us for so long and then just got off free." </span>"<span style="color: #ff0000">We can arrange a skirmish I'm sure. Sentinels and soldiers alike will get tense and antsy in this time of forced peace. I'll put out some feelers in Stormwind and see what I can do." </span>She laughed softly and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Those pretty ears are just for show then?" </span>The drink tasted strongly of apples and pineapple but had a faint aftertaste of fermented hops.<span style="color: #ff0000">"And what could your people possibly need now? Setting up trade routes between our territory and the Tauren and Trolls isn't something you need to worry, the Temple handles most of the prayer, and we're not going to war any time soon. Why not settle down and relax? Enjoy your twilight years." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"Are you trying to convince her to have sex with you?</span>" Even the usually impassive Nalo seemed stunned by the question and stared at Crimzon.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Tyrande is very attractive and could give me a wonder daughter but no, I have no interest in a sexual relationship with her. She's a friend and business partner and I have no desire to change that."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"I read the reports about you in Silvermoon-"</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"If those reports were accurate I'd be dead long before I met Tyrande. And I would appreciate you not saying such things in the future. I'm still on Morah's bad side right now, I don't want a stray comment from you to make it worse... Anyways, I've been in the process of created a secluded mountain hideaway with the help of some shaman to create hot springs. It should be done later this year, interested?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>