Mala smiled at Navoc as he went off, giggling to herself at how awkward he was out here. Maybe she would see a friend out here, celebrating the holiday, and bring them on her little picnic with Navoc. She new a cozy little ridge not too far from the festival grounds. She thought about all of this as she went to renew her Brew of the Month Club membership, chattering with the gnome with the forms. She then wandered over to the Gordok ogres, casually slipping past people in the crowd, her rump brushing the back of the occasional dwarf's head before making it across the festival grounds, taking her free sample of their incredibly strong brew, waiting for Navoc to join her. She smirked to herself as she felt the low rumbling long before anyone else would: the Dark Irons were going to try again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>