Navoc had already closed his eyes and his brow twitched,trying to retain any control of himself he merely asked."Lady Gnome...and Horned Beast if you would be so kind, could you transport me to the address that is in my pocket?I own a little lab in which I attempt to turn into a shop once I can make some decent products to sell... and would like to be returned there before the horned beast proves to get on my last nerve..."he tried to move which was similar to trying to get out of a sealed stone tomb. He sighed as it was rather hopeless at this point, it was clear he could only move his mouth and eyes though it didn't block out the irritation in his voice.<br/><br/>He jerked his body left and right like a bound animal fighting for survival, slowly rolling to one side which was slowly turning into a spin as he began to roll in the gnome's direction."Aw crap, please forgive me lady gnome if I land on you!"he said with every spin. He hated every day in the horde though on the alliance he just seemed to be making a constant fool of himself. He was no rogue that was for sure, though the general appeal was good enough to draw his attention, mumbling to himself as to that he should of kept as a assistant rather then actually becoming a rogue. Taking short flashbacks to when he was a assistant for the undead warlock, the flying vials and the walls and floor that would melt and have to be repaired.<br/><br/>His profession or rather what he was trying to turn into a living was something he was familiar with, aside from the random explosions his neighbors would hear and the blacked bloodelf that would come out the front door with his hair blown back and goggles. Looking like something out of a children's tale.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>