He chuckled quietly as the approaching Draenei responded to him. Surprisingly, it was in Orcish. "I no attack, gude zir. Jes 'ere fur vater und' a vlace tu cool off." His hand relaxed and fell to his side. The Draenei were a strange race coming from the sky in some kind of sky ship of crystal. He had heard of the Draenei through the stories of other warriors and had even fought and killed off a couple on his own but always, they were the males. THe males were strong and bulky, their hooves large enough to crush an Orc's head, even with a helmet on. In a skirmish, they were a force to be feared. The woman though, he hadn't ever met. Now, Xel'thek wished he had.<br/><br/>The Draenei was soon at the waterfront with him, eying the water thirstily.<i>Whew, at least she knows Orcish. Common is such a simple language.</i>, he thought. The aroma of boiling fish reached his nose and caressed his face. His stomach growled savagely.<i> That fish needs ta cook fastuh.</i>He looked at the Draenei, who had gotten on her knees and was sticking her armor-plate finger into the water. He could have sworn he heard a small sizzle.<i>She must be thirsty</i>Xel'thek kneeled and retrieved a gourd filled with water from his traveler's pack. Before he spoke he picked up his pipe and took another deep breath from it. A stream of smoke left his mouth as he spoke,"Ya shouldn't drink da ocean watuh. It won't sate ya thirst." He offered the gourd to her. "Ya know, armuh ain't da best thing ta wear out in Tanaris. Ya must be cookin' in there."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>