Her latest visit to the Sporeggar had been fruitfull again. In return of her murdering some naga's the little creatures would give her the herbs she wanted. They weren't special herbs but when you are as busy as little Caramadge, you will take all the help you can get. Normally she would have teleported herself to Ironforge to where her lab was but with the recent opening of the Dark Portal, business in Ironforge just wasn't what it used to be. So in stead of getting her heartstone out, she summoned her dragon and dismissed Jaggar, her imp companion.<br/><br/>Shattrath was busy as usual and after she carefully landed her dragon she made her way to the lab to mix some new potions she would sell at the market. The alchemy lab was run by what they called, arrakoa or birdmen. Whatever they were, Caramadge didn't trust them and she held her trusted staff Carbonkle ready to strike. When she finally found a free lab, she sighed and looked around. Why could nobody ever consider the lack of height of gnomes! How could she possibly reach this lab like this!? On the edge of the platform was a small chair and after she had dragged it to the lab, she climbed on it and started to work on her potions. Healing potions, mana potions, elixers and flasks. Some for fighting, others were simple cures for petty things like nausea or an upset stomach. Her speciality though was transmuting. She could turn almost every metal into something else, and she same went for elementals. A service like that didn't came cheap and if anybody wanted to place an order they had to make a downpayment on the spot.<br/><br/>With a bag full of new potions she left the lab and summoned her sabre to take her to the market. As she was late already, the best places were taken and she was left with a small stand somewhere at the back of the market. After finding a box to actually reach the table she quickly spread out her wares and added the sign she had her sister made. It was a masterpiece of gnomish engineering as her sister called it. It was a wooden board with engraved letters made from hollow glass with a fluid running through it, giving the letters a yellow shine. Her sister called it 'neon' whatever that was. Caramadge always found that on busy places like this, a flashy sign would do wonders to the merchandise.<br/><br/><em>Caramadge Voidwhisper: Your cure for everything. Potions and transmuting on demand.</em><br/><br/>She giggled at the sign as she turned it on using a small pair of batteries her sister had made her as well and then sat down reading a book waiting for the first customars to come by and earn herself some money.<br/><br/>The gnome didn't care for war unless it filled her pockets and with the rising tension between the Horde and the Alliance combined with the thread of the Burning Crusade, business was booming more than ever by petty warriors and mighty wizards all in need of her services. Life was good indeed when gold was plenty and troubles were few.<br/><br/>