<span style="color: navy">”Daww, dash all my hopes why don’t you?”</span>Garret whispered back to Zer’zan chortling. To be frank, the bright flare of barely controlled rage the troll had displayed caught the ‘Forsaken’ by surprise. He had not quite expected to find such a wolf underneath the sheepskin. Not that he was intimidated by the discovery, oh no, Garret only found his curiosity strangely aroused and he had to suppress the urge to keep pressing the Troll’s buttons.<span style="color: navy"><i>‘Curse Lord Ardaneth, his spawn, and low profiles… This could have been so entertaining,’</i></span>The chronomancer thought bitterly as he followed the goblin along.<br/><br/>While the walk to Murder Row was relatively uneventful, Garret could feel the various peering eyes that settled on their trio. Eyes that must have witnessed scenes like this oh so very many times… Yet their owners didn’t seem to speak of their observations openly, judging by the general lack of chatter the streets seemed to have. That was not a good sign and the look the troll at the stall had given them hadn’t helped the suspicion. Garret shook his head and hoped that the Sin’dorei priest was following them, if things went tits up he’d be the only hope that Garret and the Troll would have.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">”Was a guarded and locked door too convenient?”</span>Garret asked once they reached the hidden doorway, his decayed face bearing a mildly annoyed expression as the mechanical contraption took its sweet time in opening up. He let Zer enter the doorway first, guessing that the Goblin would want to speak privately.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">”I’d rather like to take care of that particular duty myself,”</span>Garret replied, adopting a rather impish grin as his goggled gaze focussed on the goblin,<span style="color: navy">”Just give me the shackles and a somewhat private place to restrain her. She can be a bit of a… Hand full, what with all that magical know how.”</span>He added just as Zer was out of earshot, already beginning to formulate a somewhat passable plan. Or at least Garret hoped it was passable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>