Crimzon stood back up and absorbed all of the spilled blood with a shrug.<span style="color: darkred">"Well there's no blood here that's not from an Elf. There's trails from a Naga but they disappear into the building and never come back out. Ras, despite his attitude, seems rather taken by you, I don't think he or his friends would do this." </span>She set about gathering the scattered body parts and pieced them all back together with a sigh.<span style="color: darkred">"Well The'kal, you claim to be more than just a Loa. Are you mighty enough to fix this mess? Can you restore these mortals lives?" </span>When there was no response she shrugged and headed back for the temple.<span style="color: darkred"> "I guess she's no better than Elune, only helping when it's convenient for her."</span>No sooner had she finished speaking did a beam of bronze light shine down on her causing her to stop and look up at the sky.<span style="color: darkred"> "I'll take that as a yes then, you have my forgiveness for our first meeting." </span>The light faded and there was no sign of anything else happening so Crimzon headed back towards the temple as one of the temple's highest ranking priestesses walked towards the graveyard. The priestess looked up at Tyrande and nodded a bit, her eyes shining with the same light that shone down on Crimzon just moments before. Crimzon stopped to watch the priestess work from a distance, having learned her lesson from Elune's attempts to heal her, as light consumed the priestess and in a flash all of the victims were resurrected as though nothing had happened. The priestess stayed to check in on all of the people and inform them what had happened but Tyrande would be able to see countless Trollish markings glowing with power underneath her temple robes.<span style="color: darkred">"I see them too, priestess. She's a Night Elf though, I will have her interrogated when she's done with them."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>