Gavel glanced towards Neil as if he was little more than an afterthought before telling the mare in an even, if haughty voice, "I haven't the slightest idea, Lily," However, after giving his answer, the stallion did a double take as his large blue eyes narrowed in thought behind his relatively small glasses. "Though, didn't Upper Crust mention some sort of vagabond stallion apprehended by the bats a week ago? She mentioned he was wearing a cloak with an injured horn at any rate," Gavel added as his eyes locked onto Neil's plastered horn as he passed.