<span style="color: #006600">"I definitely seem to remember having you in my arms a few times at night and again in the morning. Unless your daughter is just that sneaky? Well I like your hair as it is so I'll just do my best to not get it wet should we get too frisky. Sleep well, my love, our new life starts tomorrow."</span><br/><br/>Back in Darnassus Nalo knocked on the door to Tyrande's office before letting herself in.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Well, my friend. Seeing as I'm still technically acting under the banner of your goddess..."</span>She laid out some paperwork on the desk and took a seat.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "I want to start construction on a small village in Westfall. Nothing fancy, small houses and farms. A water system and plumbing. I figure, with the Humans continually failing their people, and the ever increasing number of homeless it could serve our- your best interests to earn the favor of Stormwind's forgotten." </span>The Draenei smiled wide, her attitude towards everyone becoming far more friendly and less business-like after Morah moved in with her.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Of course, I would foot the bill but my money is still technically the city's. So it be as if this was just a large gift from Darnassus."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>