Navoc stared at the gnome, getting abit of a rise from her moving over him. He sighed."So am told almost every other day...would explain why no one tried to kill me as I left from the Horde..."he began to ponder the thought with a sigh."Well am no good as a rogue...though I did get some epic gear on my way out of the horde...could say it was a 'steal'?" course he knew how corny that sounded and noticed everyone staring at the downed bloodelf who just fell from the rafters like a log. He stared at the gnome and said."How is my current position handy and how am I a interesting figure? before I was a rogue I was some lab assistant to a insane undead warlock who'd like to throw random vials at me that would melt the walls and floor..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>