The goblins all looked over at Ibara and shook their heads quickly, one speaking up from somewhere in the back.<span style="color: green">"We were split up into groups, this was our meeting spot but nobody canvassed this area. The group that was supposed to went missing before we even got to the city. The boss was too busy kissing that Draenei woman's ass to take any notice when we called for him."</span>Vyre shoved her basket into Ibara's hands and drew her blade.<span style="color: purple">"Everyone line up, take off your shoes and shirts, pull out your pockets, and don't say a damn thing."</span>When the goblins hesitated Vyre's weapon began to glow brightly and they were soon tripping over themselves to do what they were ordered. Other than their work permits and a few pieces of dingy copper none of the goblins had anything on them.<span style="color: purple">"Well they're being honest, and honestly I don't care too much about a single journal."</span>Vyre moved over to the unconscious boss and searched his body until she pulled a sheet of parchment listing all the names and addresses in the city.<span style="color: purple">"I need that journal..." </span>She looked at the building behind her then to the goblins.<span style="color: purple"> "The first man or woman to find me the journal will become very wealthy and my personal assistant."</span>The goblins looked between each other with quite mutters.<span style="color: purple">"And sex toy." </span>The women took off running in every direction leaving the men to scramble to catch up.<span style="color: purple"> "One of my few surviving pets used to live here. Rather, her family did, I don't know when she died."</span><br/><br/>Sahra nodded with a smile.<span style="color: blue">"I think you'll find time, if Ras can manage you can too."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>