Navoc watched as the females walked away into the pub, thought disliked by officials he was quite...close to the nightlife which included pubs.Though he was notorious for stealing free beverages for himself, having clawed his way onto the roof still not feeling his groin area return back to normal he opened a window latch and slid in. Moving about the rafters like a gnoll....very noisy as he found a comfortable spot to watch all the fun and entertainment. Taking out a dwarven pipe, he let himself enjoy a smoke the burning embers of the 'herbs' he found comfort in though he wasn't quite sure which herb from his herb pack he had put into his pipe.<br/><br/>Upon checking his pack and seeing which herb container had been open he just let out a loud."Oh fuck me!" as he felt his body stiffen up like a rock. He hated the paralyze herb...well only when used on someone else, as he felt himself starting to tilt."no..no..no!"he said as he fell off the ledge of the rafter he had gotten comfortable on, crashing right down onto table the two women were experimenting with some strange orb. His gaze could only move left and right and his lips gave only whispers, "Afternoon ladies...ow...can't move..". Blinking as he had heard the last comment."Hey...could you stop talking about me? Honestly you horned beasts have no manners what so ever..." he growled...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>