“A mage?” The elf tilted her head to the side and grinned, the various beads in her hair tinkling together before she righted herself and grinned ear to ear, a gesture only aided by the expressive perking of her ears as she did so. “Even as a clumsy one, that's a rather high calling. I'm surprised you aren't swimming in tomes and scrolls instead of being here.” Aine laughed, trying her best to keep up with the giggling and slightly intoxicated young Draenei in front of her. The woman was showing interest however, and that was worth all the effort in the world as far as Aine was concerned . Aenu just seemed like a person who knew how to have fun, and she was sure that extended to... other things just as well. When her hair was complimented she bowed her head politely before she picked it back up and ran a hand through the mane of snow white locks atop her head with a bit flair that showed she was quite used to getting comments about the peculiar style. “ Thank you! My hair is an old tribal style, one you do not really see anymore. I suppose everyone wants to pretend they're more civilized than one another. “<br/><br/>Before the Kaldorei could address the last question in the inquisitive salvo the Draenei let lose she was enticed by free beer. The gesture made her grin even more widely than before, the woman unused to such kindness from people she just met. “ Well, aren't you polite? Thank you for the ale. I see you're just as kind as any Draenei I've eve rmet, Aenu.” Aine Nightwhisper would never be one known to turn down a free mug of ale, or let one that was cold and frosty sit untouched for too long. As soon as her next mug hit the table she finished off her old one and took a large sip from the next and let out a small groan of appreciation. “ I might have to take back my words about this ale. It definitely does what it's supposed to do.”<br/><br/>After a few more sips of the cold, frothy beverage she lets down her mug with a sigh and wipes at her mouth with the back of her arm, clearly not too uptight to be a *little * uncivil at the table. “ As for my career though, I travel.” The Night Elf shrugged her shoulders. “ I want to open a brewery one day, maybe with a little inn attached but for now I just wander. I'll find a brew I like enough to make my staple one day.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>