The monkey-man's shouting was indeed loud enough for Lilith to hear. It roused her from her melancholy and she frowned as she watched the man begin to pick his way along the beach and rocks and up to near where she was on the hill. She wasn't hidden from sight, but one would have to be near the top of the hill to truly see where that glaring gaze had been coming from.<br/>As the man spoke, grumbling more than talking once he hit the hill, Lilith tried to decipher what he was saying. She had a fair grasp of Common - why did she know Common? - but apparently his grasp was worse than hers. He fumbled with some sort of odd dialect she wasn't familiar with. In her time in this world, the magick user had done her best to avoid the human population. The Alliance in its entirety was on her naughty list.<br/>The Alliance. How did she know to call them Alliance? And how did she know Common?<br/>And why didn't she feel even an inch of fear as this enemy of the Horde made his guarded way towards her?<br/>Questions, Lilith thought to herself as her long thin brows furrowed in query.<br/>Questions, questions, questions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>