<span style="color: #99ccff">"well you did."</span>he looked back at her and shook his head.<span style="color: #99ccff">"i dont live or work in Stormwind, i live in Ironforge."</span>he didnt say anything else until they were outside a huge garage door.<span style="color: #99ccff">"one second..."</span>he leaned down to fiddle with a lock that was obviously set at Dwarven height before he hauled the door up to reveal a spacious Engineers shop and in the center stood a huge green tractor.<span style="color: #99ccff"> "there she is, my answer to starvation..."</span>he walked over to the machine and ran one loving hand down the hood before flipping it open and he dissapeared into the workings.<span style="color: #99ccff"> "ow... damn it go in."</span>the sound of tools working went on for about five minutes before he shut the hood and climbed up to the chair perched on top and he fired it up, the machine humming with energy. "well ill be a Goblin's uncle, you got it werkin." a Gnome who looked about twenty years too old to still be alive slowly made his way across the shop leaning heavily on a cane.<span style="color: #99ccff">"i told you it would run."</span>"yes you did." the Gnome was barely as tall as the small front tires but when he turned towards The'kal he barely seemed to see her and he squinted hard. "what is that?"<span style="color: #99ccff">"forgive him, hes three quarters blind."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>