It was known across Azeroth that gnomes had the amazing ability to assemble fully functional robots and amazing devices from junk. Just after a few hours of the attack, Ironbolt had retreated back to the security of his awakening chamber and began to tinker on a scouting device. He was getting more accustom to the chaotic environment he was now in. Objects would fade in and out of existence- he'd read a handful of books about dreams but this was unexpected. He was in the dream.
Tick-tick-tick.
