<span style="color: red">"The influx of sentinels, war ships in the harbor, I dunno, maybe it's because paying attention is what I do best but there's a lot of little things in just the city that says it's in a lot of trouble. Legalities can change when in time of war or dire need. I think this counts as both, if she fails I'll uh... look into calling on some favors. I'll sink my claws into a business or ruin it trying."</span>She looked at the food as it arrived and watched Shelleeana take a bit before mimicking the action.<span style="color: red">"Crimzon. Curious name. I'll deal with her. All of them? Of course not, I'll see to it most are killed. Wasted resources on enemies who will never see the light of day again. Those not executed will be put to work until the life is drained from their eyes like a stuck pig. Drip. Drop."</span>Despite being mortal the chilling coldness in her voice remained when she spoke of murder and took another bite.<span style="color: red">"This isn't unpleasant.  I don't make brood mothers, I give children to women who want them. Nothing more or less. I wouldn't waste my gift on creating cannon fodder."</span>Nalo shook her head slowly and looked up at the Elf.<span style="color: red"> "I've been painted as the enemy of a city, hated or feared by everyone on and off of my payroll. You think I can't handle upsetting one woman? I will be fine."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>