""Hook...line...'en sink'a.."" **Said the crafty little goblin, ditching his tailor's outfit and doning his tight-fitting black leather clothing along with the near-head covering black cloth mask and ebon-lensed goggles. Dashing out from the building, he would make his way back to the Inn and enter through his little hidey-hole under the bottom of the Inn. Popping the floorboard he had wedged out earlier, he crawls up into the room and puts the plank back into place. Keeping himself hidden, he would quietly crouch and sneak over to the Draenei gal and watch with interest. Seeing her playing with her breasts and rubbing against her panties with her tail brought a wicked grin imprint against his facemask. He would wait for the right moment to spring out...waiting..she would be his for the night...if she wanted the antidote for the aphrodisiac he gave her. **<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>