Iylldrraen appeared completely out of place in the inn, though remained stoic to it all, as though other races should be familiar with a druids’ travel form. He looked about, dipping his head respectfully to those looking on, then paused briefly to acknowledge the innkeeper. With a few moments passing for the innkeeper to acknowledge him, both the druid and the Draenei passed into his room. It was a lived-in room, despite only being rented to the druid for a few days. It was also surprisingly clean. He was just turning to close the door when the Draenei shaman pulled back her hood, allowing her radiant face to be seen, and those dark, silky strands of deep blue hair to spill forth. Though he caught the motions, even her introduction as Aelena Kalys, Iylldrraen remained motionless, staring. His golden eyes locked intently with hers, determined to search her, to verify her claim. Was it really her? Truly? Moving quite close to her hand, he sniffed it instead of shaking it, over and over.<br/><br/>Shaking himself from his stupor, he suddenly darted to his dresser, biting at the handle, pulling out a drawer. He rifled through his clothing, dropping undergarments, pants, and a tunic onto the ground. He then turned to her, and very carefully began a series of gestures: first, taking his clothing and setting it into a pile, then staring at her briefly, then turning in a slow circle. He hoped she would catch on that he needed to change, but didn’t want her to see him naked, or rather, didn’t think it would be appropriate. Finally, he turned his back to her completely, next to his clothing, looking over his shoulder, making sounds equivalent to ‘now you’, waiting for her to turn.<br/><br/>What he hadn’t removed from his dresser was something very special, something that she, Aelena, had given him long, long ago, when the Night Elves first welcomed the Draenei to the Alliance. His heart was pounding, his mouth was salivating. He had never, ever been so anxious as he was now. She was so beautiful, like his Aelena, and she smelled like his Aelena, but the trinket in his dresser would be confirmation. All he needed her to do was turn so he could change.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>