<span style="color: olive">"Are you going to tell me you've never pulled hair and spanked asses while taking someone from behind? No two women are the same, obviously, but I'm going to be nice and rough with you. Put your human body through its paces, unless I hurt you, then I'll obviously be more gentle. Alright, alright. I don't think I'll be making any more changes, if I want to see you in a new body I'll just make you one instead of changing you." </span>She smiled and shifted back into her large, cat-like form.<span style="color: olive">"Nothing, it's what's at the end of it that I want to see." </span>They only had to walk for a few minutes before they came to an opening that lead to a small outcropping on the other side the mountain. From the look out they'd find themselves looking out over a large lake and even larger wind swept plain.<span style="color: olive">"This, my dear. Is our hideout, oh and there's Wyrmrest."</span>She pointed to the West and Ashia would just barely be able to make out the nearly knocked over temple.<span style="color: olive">"It's not up straight but... that's not my problem."</span><br/><br/>When Tyrande returned to her office she'd find Nalo and Crimzon sitting beside each other with a large, untitled book open but held at an angle. In two of the corners of the room stood two heavily pregnant Elves holding large silver trays with covers over them, but even with the covers the High Priestess would be able to smell the meats under them.<span style="color: darkred">"So, you peel back the hood to reveal it... and you lick it?"</span><span style="color: red">"Yes, but you have to be careful, not everyone will react to it the same way. And then these spots are good to work as well."</span>Crimzon nodded slowly as she looked over the pages but frowned as Nalo shut the book. "You're late, and not in the good way." Nalo looked up at Tyrande and motioned her to sit.<span style="color: red">"We'll work on bondage knots tomorrow."</span>Crimzon nodded and retreated to her corner of the room to let Tyrande have her chair.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>