<span style="color: darkorange">"That works, I'm excited to meet my mother... that sounds kind of strange when referring to a child but I guess it's no less strange than a Night Elf, Troll, Naga, and Draenei living together in the same hotel room in Darnassus." </span>She looked out the window before sighing and doing as told.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Yes my love. Tyrande doesn't know the first thing about defending a city, it was raided and very nearly razed by followers of a corrupt arch druid and soulless manufactured Night Elves. There's still one working in the prison, surely you've noticed the Sentinel with red eyes that always seems to smell of blood?"</span>She shook her head and smiled a bit.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Don't worry about running the city, just make yourself available to her, even if it's just standing near her so people have a harder time getting to her. With four arms you'd make a good bouncer." </span>She sat down beside Sarevess and returned to her meal.<span style="color: darkorange">"If I didn't love you so much I'd probably kick your ass for telling me what to do."</span><br/><br/>Llara was standing just outside the shop smoking a cigar and looked back at Britomart for a moment.<span style="color: blue">"To be fair they very well could be too advanced for you but what do I know, I protect cities not build teleportation devices." </span>She headed inside and in one fluid movement slid over the counter and slammed the shopkeeper's head into it.<span style="color: blue"> "I personally recommended you to her for her engineering needs, you wouldn't want to disappoint me would you? All the protection money you pay could mysteriously not make it to the right people... and that'd be a terrible thing. Sell the Human the piece, I'll still pay full price for it, but she needs it so fix it." She backed up and let him stand."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>