Stavanger Bay and a loveless creature is a beast

the woman spoke to him in a language that was like a broken version of his own. he wondered if she spoke another tongue. illidan had met a few of them who were capable of talking across different languages. many of them had come from faraway places and seemed to lead lives of wonder and adventure that he could never dream of. he wondered if this female had lived a similar existence.
 
“something else, i suppose. looking to find something,” the ghost answered her question with a small nod of his head. he did not feel as though he should disclose all of the details of his return to the woman. it would be overwhelming and inappropriate for someone he had only just met.
 
“what is your pack like?” illidan inquired of her, curious to know more about their culture.