As usual, Raelixea spent a good, long time inspecting her weapon for any blemishes or the dulling of an edge. The haft, a finely polished, solid-looking dark brown colour, was rather long. It was long enough to give her a good amount of reach, but also short enough to allow her to grip it closer to the head for close combat without fear of the rest of the haft encumbering her. The axehead itself was in a very simple arced crescent shape, perfect both for hacking and for using the bottom of the blade to pull an opponent closer. The Draenei had done it many times against sword and spear wielders. Her own weapon was much more effective in extreme close quarters than either a sword or a spear.<br/><br/>The Draenei was brought out of her thoughts and inspections as she heard the steps of another drawing closer to her. When they didn't pass by like all the other sets of feet that had drawn close to her, she looked up, silvery-blue eyes appraising the woman she saw looking at her oddly.<i>Kaldorei, white hair, broad shoulders, leather armour, quarterstaff</i>, she thought to herself as her eyes wandered critically up and down her form. "Vhat?" she asked a moment later as the woman continued to stare at her quizzically, mouth bending uncomfortably around the foreign language as she addressed the woman in Common. "Why are you staring at me so?" There was only one reason for this Night Elf to stop at this particular wagon, but Rae didn't mention it. This one was new, and as with all new things, needed testing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>