Raelixea simply watched the Elf as she seemed to get lost in staring at the Draenei, waiting for a response to her question. When it finally came, it took the young mercenary a moment to realise that it wasn't spoken in Common, but instead in Draenic. Her mouth paused in its half open state as a disbelieving look came over her face. In all her time spent in this world, not one non-Draenei person she had spoken to had known her language. Not a single one. This Kaldorei was surely more than she seemed. No simple drunken vagabond would have taken the time to learn the language of an alien species.<br/><br/>Rae was shocked in to silence for so long that after the woman stopped speaking, she didn't take up the mantle and respond until a good five second gap had passed. The very first thing she said, in that same rolling, throaty way that all Draenei seemed to speak in, was "You know my language?" The only difference between her voice in that moment and in previous moments was that now she formed her words with the ease of one who had been speaking a language for nearly two and a half centuries. "How do you know my language?"<br/><br/>After a moment of thinking, she spoke again. "Wait, nevermind that. Why is it so surprising to see me with a weapon not typically used by my people? Isn't your own weapon one typically only used by farmers and those too poor to afford anything made of forged metal?" The Draenei didn't seem offended by the Night Elf's words, but instead confused and curious. This woman that called herself Aine had proven, with just a handful of words, to be one of the strangest people Raelixea had ever met. An Elven mercenary carrying a weapon common only to farmers and poor peasants, who also spoke Draenic while referring to herself as a vagabond and drunkard and who also questioned someone else's uncommon weaponry while looking comfortable and familiar with her own strange items. The Draenei was both confused and intrigued by this stranger all in one. She struck the young warrior as an anomaly.<br/><br/>"I am Raelixiea," she finally said after a long, confused, searching look at the Kaldorei. "Were you also hired by Freeda to guard her caravan?" If it was so, then that made two so far. The other eight would arrive within the next couple hours, if past experiences were any indication.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>