Mala looked around for Navoc as she went back to their meeting place by the Gordok tent, wondering what could have taken him so long as she got a sample of the Gordok Grog. It didn't taste the best, but it was pretty strong, and she figured it wasn't the place to go looking for some Sulfuron Slammer. As her eyes wandered, she thought she saw something up on a ridge, but figured she'd wait a bit more before investigating this purple shape. At least she was tall enough to be seen over the crowd, she thought, as she stretched out her legs, bending at both pairs of joints. She was always amazed at how the elves and humans and orcs and all managed to work with just one set of knees supporting them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>