Navoc was amidst the creation of some rather basic health potions, turning to look at his new company. Of course not looking as to what he was doing he added something he shouldn't of, ending up in a rather large black cloud shooting up into his face as he opened his mouth to speak. The cloud settled and there stood a elf with broken vial in hand with his entire upper torso covered in black soot. Giving a merely cough which breathed out a black puff cloud, he rubbed his goggles and rubbed his apron clean to the best of his abilities. "Um they don't? what brings another elf to Ironforge? Most alliance bloodelves go to Stormwind because of it rather clean condition." saying as he walked behind the counter cleaning off his goggles even more so.<br/><br/>"I was hopeful this wards I bought would keep the drunken dwarves away from my shop for the day as they can get quite destructive during this holiday of theirs"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>