When Garret entered, Zer'zan was stomping from one end of the room to the other, his sandal covered feet making sharp, delicate sounds reminicent of high heels. The loversized gold and red over robe had been discarded, showing him in his flowing purple and gold Kirin Tor regalia, tabard, mantle and all. The illusion which masked the form of his staff had also been dropped for the moment. He seemed rather content, to stomp about, and rant under his breath about the nerve of certain 'time breaking goggle headed pink skinned troublemakers', Before snapping his crimson eyes up to meet the Cronomancer's own stare. His ears instantly wilting.<br/><br/><i>"Uh... Joo may wana be puttin dem down den... It be eatin away at ya disguise..." </i>Lifting a think, yet slender digit to indicate that the shackles were slowly wittling away at the illusion which made Garret seem undead. Though this did not distract the troll for long, as he stepped up to a table beside the sudo necro, gesturing for the chains to be set down there.<i> "Ah tink ah can be disenchantin dem enough ta undo da spell, but not destroy dem." </i>already removing his enchanting rod from on his belt, on the side oposite his wand.<i>"Afta we figure dis out, how we gana find da girl?"</i>Glancing up as he made himself ready to give this trick a try,<i> "Ah could be usin some o' my divinations."</i>He commented,<i> "Da arch-mage be givin us a lock o' her hair, ah can tie it ta my scryin' gem, and use it ta lead us, but ah need ta look caged, so joo gana haf'ta be doin it..."</i><br/><br/>Suddenly ignoring the chains for a moment to look up and into the man's eyes.<i>"Joo evah be doin a seekin spell be'fore?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>