Zegerus looked at everyone confused. "Your going to willingly effect yourselves with this desease?!" he waved his hand around, and spun facing away. He himself was fighting his own primal lusts, but he didn't want to admit it. "it could be a poison! Or a mind control gas! We dot know for sure..." he was just about stammering. Truth is he was nervous. It had been a while since the bloodelf in Northrend, so he wasn't exactly totally ready. He rolled his smokebomb back into his pocket. Thinking about the possible outcomes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>