Navoc looked out onto the streets and blinked as he saw the banners with a mug on it."Oh god not Brewfest!"he yelled of course causing passing people to pause and look at him. He hated Brewfest, there was more bar fights during this festival then there was on a regular day in Ironforge. Despite that he loved to watch them fight amongst themselves like it was kind of sport, though the casual drunk wandering into his store thinking it's a bathroom was always quite annoying. Navoc sighed and prepared himself for what was most likely going to be a long day.<br/><br/>"Why would anyone make a festival celebrating brew?" he would never understand the mind of dwarves. Luckily some of the near by shaman were selling wards that would keep away the retard drunks, Navoc wasn't quite sure what they actually do but he didn't care and would test his luck. Setting them up along the rim of the house, he had heard in a tavern that there was something extra special in the brew that would really spice up the celebration. Navoc didn't care what it was and only knew it would make things worse for him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>