Navoc's hairs on the end of his neck stood up on end upon being called on, flailing about as he landed on some unexpecting gnomes."What? No, not lost at all.Why do you ask such a thing horned one?" standing up dusting off his beloved Terrorblade gear. Grabbing his book off a unconsious gnome."If you must know I have my permit as a official member of the alliance". Thinking about he was sure this was the one hundredth times he has had to explain himself to anyone, the thought dawned on him and made his eyebrow twitch beneath his mask. Shaking himself from the thought and leaving some gold on the unconsious gnomes for the trouble he may have costed them."Well at least they stopped pickering..."he said to himself as he rubbed the chin of his mask.<br/><br/>Having forgotten that he was in conversation with someone he blinked."Oh sorry, why do you ask me such a question?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>