When Zer turned to lock eyes with the chronomancer, they were ablaze with an inner fire, a barely contained maelstrom of rage... This was thankfully hidden by his low hood, as it snapped his head away from the false cadaver, arms folding over his chest as he grumbles to himself... The red and gold over robe was a heavy ordeal, and big enough that he wore it as an overlayer to his traditional Kirin Tor robes. The sleeves and hood an extra size, masking his hands and casting most of his face into shadows. The sash he had chosen to sinch about his midsection was likely the reason he was so easily confused for female, this time. As it was litterally tied about the midrift, which caused his hips to be slightly more prominent, and cause the outfit to seem 'full' about teh chest... All teh same, it still caused a great anger in him, even if he did have to play along... "Joo be watchin yaself now... Ah done do tongue on da first 'date'..." He hissed out, low under his breath...<br/><br/>The Sin'dorei scepter he carried appeared to be of a finer gold filigree nature, with a bright red orb tucked inside the spoon shaped top. Pulling his scarf up a bit to insure it was still in place, he peered down to the goblin, red eyes partly hidden in darkness... "Lead da way, green stuff." Arms adjusting under his chest, piling the fabric to support the illusion of small chestedness...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>