Crimzon sat down her pole and teleported across the boat which turned the servant's laughter into a scream of terror. After several minutes Crimzon returned with a much larger fishing pole and a bucket of fish heads.<span style="color: #660000"> "I was using gear for fishing in lakes and rivers. They were very helpful in showing me the right way to use this stuff." </span>Tyrande would smell blood on her partner's breath even in the salty sea air as Crimzon went back to her fishing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Then she should know that we can be trusted. If you're caring for her why would she be worried about the mother of your children or my loyal pets? Let me meet her, maybe I can soothe her fears a little bit. We do need some help renovating the cave anyways, another woman with an eye for detail would be greatly appreciated. I can't speak for those three knuckleheads but I don't plan on letting you fuck me on the hard stone floor."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>