((I'd like to briefly point out that you are a fucking genius.))<br/><br/>"Sweet rite?" Niada said, smirking and folding her arms. "Draconic specked sork, fire, extra dee-pee-ess and the kewl clawz but they don't do much dimmige. Work for koo de grahs through. Now you newbletz have learned from the mastur." The cute, innocent little gnome dropped into a crouch (though her distance from the ground didn't change all that much) and started to go through the pouches of the orcs she had just brought down, looting them quickly for whatever coins and trinkets they may have had. She only had like six slots left in her bag but it should be enough to catch the vendor. The gee-pees she'd gotten from those noobs should be more than enough for repairs, so she'd turn a profit. Shame she had only gotten a smidge of experience from the orcs... still, she was waiting on a ding and it shouldn't be too long before she got there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>