Navoc sat there atop the unnaturally huge bag of food he had gathered for the picnic, sitting atop their meeting spot as he looked down at the festival grounds. Watching people having fun and apparently fighting off dark iron dwarves, Navoc was no fighter he'd just make a fool of himself.<br/>"Where is Mala?"he wondered, opening up the picnic bag as it unfolded into a perfect picnic. Taking a bit to snack on his relaxed on a pillow he had packed and stared up at the sky and watched the birds go by."Not a bad day as long as am looking up to the sky and not down to the fools"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>