The Pandaren regained his thought process and sees that Sylvath and Lelith were busy chatting with each other. Getting the sight of the whole "wet legs" business made his eyes turn away in embarrassment. He focuses his attention to Mizona, the only other person right over him before Roland came out of the Inn and asks, "What time is it?"<br/><br/>(( Should be beyond 12 PM, considering the scenario at the moment ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>