A strange fellow attempted to find things from my pockets today while I stood in Stormwind's square checking my mail.

I attempted communication to inquire about his intentions, but the gnome babbled at me in his tongue and scampered away soon after I handed over one of the holy orbs I had been saving to give to one of the gorloc children, Hum, at the Dalaran orphanage. Hum enjoys small, bright objects, and these orbs, while I have no particular use for them myself, seem adequate toys for a curious gorloc child. As Captain Oscella's recent forays into the old Scourgelands near Light's Hope often ends with procurement of these components, I saw no harm in giving this gnome one, as well.

I wonder what he really wanted, though.

I have no pockets. So peculiar.