That did sound familiar. He was probably briefed on such a thing, but he was trying to take in everything at once... It hadn't exactly been the highest priority. Albel grunted noncommittally.

Mogdelina took it to mean that her assistance was needed and piped up proudly, "Oh yes, kupo! Mister Nox is assigned to building B-11!"

Albel gestured at his furry know-it-all and rolled his eyes. It might not have been the most appropriate time, but yes, at least she did know. Finding the tavern was perfect timing, however. Warmth. He quickly hustled his way inside, practically pushing Fayt out of the way to get to it.