When they entered the large and luxuriously decorated main hall Garret found himself mildly impressed… The decorations were tasteful, the furniture looked comfortable and well made, and the establishment was large yet reasonably well hidden. Most of the clientele in their rich and luscious silks made Garret feel like a hobo. All in all this was the perfect place for Fizzlespurk’s business to take place and the Chronomancer couldn’t help but grudgingly applaud the Goblin. How hard it must have been to establish all this with such high profile persons being kidnapped, it must’ve taken a monumental amount of influence, favours, grit determination and, not least of all, an ungodly amount of gold.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy"><i>’Careful Garret, you might start to like this Fizzelspurk if you keep thinking like that,’</i></span>He thought, a black humoured smile playing across his lips as he waited for the Goblin to finish putting Zer in a secluded spot and get the manacles… Garret swore mentally as he saw the chains, it only took a brief examination for his goggles to highlight the enchantments woven into the chains. Enchantments which seemed to draw in surrounding magical energies, even the rather prominent aura from Garret’s tome seemed to be seeping into the chains. The Goblin had not been lying. This was not going to be helpful.<br/><br/>While this news might have clouded Garret’s mind, he did take note of the slave girl that had brought the chains, as well as the magically locked door that she exited from again… Perhaps there was something important behind that door. Garret made a mental note to investigate it further if possible, before returning to think up a plan surrounding the current predicament.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">“I thank you, Razr. You have been most gracious. We’ll speak again when I have subdued Zezzie, I’ll want to start, for lack of a better word, bargaining as soon as possible.” </span>The chronomancer replied curtly (well as curtly as one could when using the orcish tongue), taking the shackles, ball gag, and leash off the Goblin. For a small amount of time Garret stood where the Goblin left him, inspecting the magical shackles and their locking mechanisms, trying to think of a plan. Before long Garret entered the secluded area were Zer was waiting.<br/><br/>Garret stood in the entry way for a moment, looking at the waiting Zer with an impassive goggled stare as he shut the curtain behind him. His well angled face betraying a slightly worried look as he ran his bony hand through an unkempt mass of black hair.<span style="color: navy">“You are not gonna like this, but your gonna need to wear this,” </span>Garret said indicating the chains and gag in his right, he spoke in a hushed tone using fluid and accentless Thalassian now (hopefully no one in the immediate area would understand that language).<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">“I think the chains will absord any spells you try to cast and the metal isn’t going to break without some serious time and effort, which we aren’t going to have if we need you to fight…” </span>Garret explained as he took off the admantite chain that allowed his heavy tome to hang from his shoulders, dropping it on the floor. His embossed greatcoat followed the tome shortly, leaving Garret standing his waistcoat and pants… holstered revolver and sabre now plain to see on his hips.<span style="color: navy">“Do you think we might be able to jam the locking mechanism with some paper wads or something? I’ve got plenty of spare sheets and tissues in my coat.”</span>He asked, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, every now and then gazing back at the entrance… double checking on whether or not there were eavesdroppers present.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>