Lady Nacrinack is not used to her demonstrations going awry. She wrinkles her nose, then swiftly hides her dismay at the contamination of this part of the sea. The ocean's bounty is our birthright! She holds the golden pearl in her paw higher so that it glistens in a wash of sunlight, ignoring the subtly polluted sheen that clings to the waves behind her. The Alliance is our protector, working tirelessly to drive back leviathans with their Æthertech, paving new paths through deadly waters.
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