The human lifted his hand up to his hair, giving a small brush back before frame straightened up. The older elf seemed wise beyond his years, almost frightening in the intuition and words he spoke. A lesser man probably would have been cowering and fumbling for words in his position; it seemed as if he'd been found out. Well, not completely yet, but this was proving to be quite amusing. A wide grin would pull up upon his face, his head tilting to the side as hands would lift into the air, a small shrug like gesture being given.<br/><br/>"Chieftain D'Elethui, you are wise and very observant indeed. It seems like there is little....very little that escapes you indeed." He paused for a moment, eyes shifting momentarily to the younger elven maiden, gaze seeming to twinkle momentarily to her before attention would be brought back to the chieftain. "Your kind impresses me very much; the elves are indeed a very proud and noble race indeed. Nothing escapes your great kingdom, oh great Chieftain. It has just further cemented my decision in coming here and I am ever glad that you noticed. Let us not take any longer, I will dive straight to the point then." Another moment's pause would come before breathing in, his eyes closing as he chose his words. He wasn't sure whom he would rather be speaking to; the elves or the dragons. Both were crafty, both were suspicious it seemed. But of course, he was a human. They had every right to be.<br/><br/>Eyes opened as head tilted down again, posture keeping itself up right. "As you know, the world grows and grows, becoming ever more populated. However, with such a great increase in the population, comes the pollution of the general populace as well. You know that the Order of Magic has had a long history, dating back many many ages. In recent times, though, the selection and group of found apprentices have been....less than satisfactory. That being said, we are extending our hand out to the far corners of the world, to hand pick only the best, the most worthy potentials in the land." He stopped again to let his gaze fall upon Elana, a small gesture of his head being given to her now. "I have personally traveled to search for my own apprentice and who better to ask, than the daughter of the great elven Chieftain? After all, the great elven history is long and embedded with magic. I have come to choose only the highest, most worthy of such training, if you would allow her to come under my tutelage."<br/><br/>He would stop there, letting his words and offerings sink in. Eyes scanned over the two, trying to detect potentially the smallest of twitches or signs of what they may be thinking. How would they take this? Would they act like the Feralillas did? Perhaps they would take it in another light? He wondered if the chieftain would accept or reject. More importantly, he wondered about Elana and how she would take this.