The Night Elf could not help but chuckle as the comparatively young Draenei offered her advice in such a sage manner. For some reason the personality of the young woman had definitely captured her and as the mage-in-training continued to talk, Aine found herself more often than not simply gazing down at her in a friendly manner while she offered a silent nod or two of understanding. Her eyes occasionally dipped downward and skirted the valley of the offered blue cleavage more than once before she caught herself and with great reluctance, pulled her head up and offered the young, blue woman a sweet grin. “ I'm far from the most interesting character here. You should have seen what happened earlier.” She smiled but didn't elaborate and instead finished off the dregs of her second mug of ale before she set it down with a sigh.<br/><br/><br/>“I'm not a great storyteller but I have been some interesting places. Feralas, The Blasted Lands, Desolas, and most recently I was even allowed to see the Panadren mainland. I found quite a few ingredients for a good brew there, I have yet to see if the seeds will grown where I planted them, though.” The elf smiled at Aenua, choosing to ignore the wink for a moment while she righted herself in her chair and smoothed back her mane of hair with a free hand while the other gestured toward the young woman in front of her. “My journies aren't done though. I could see them still taking me places, maybe even with you.” She let the statement hang in the air between them, her nacre eyes focused on Aenu's silvery own. They were both clearly interested in one another and it was her way of testing the waters; no one came to the Bobbing Head just to chat at the end of the day.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>