Korxal seemed to ignore the woman as she spoke, disregarding her as his eyes darted from line to line of the tome's text. His pointer finger dragged along the page, the sharpened nail at the end scraping up against the material. When his finger reached the last line of text he paused for a moment; slowly coming to the realization that he was being spoken to he wrapped his left hand around the tome's spine and closed it. While closing the tome produced a loud thud, it was easily drowned out by the other sounds encompassing the inn. He was prepared to respond to his inquirer's question until his eyes befell her. Korxal took pause to admire the Draenei's many features as he gave her the once over, from the richness of her skin down to the fact that she appeared shorter than most of her kind (more normal people size) she was an exquisite example of the Draenei. His mind began to whirl with all kinds of thoughts and intentions, but he quickly composed himself and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"A pleasure, Ms. Xavia. Would you be a dear and fetch me some Thunder Ale? I have spent much of my day exploring this city of yours and I have become quite parched." Korxal replied, his raspy voice making no attempts to hide itself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>