Dragoncrest Cliffs only equals speak the truth

while the man called benedict spoke in an odd accent of sorts, it seemed that he was relatively harmless. he had a kind tone to his words and he had not displayed any aggressive body language to illidan or tunerk. it would have been a foolish mistake if he had, anyway – rusalka was right below them. it would not have been that challenging to call someone up from the sound. aside from that, the ghost felt confident in his own abilities. besides, the guy was fairly safe to begin with.

“nice to meet you too,” illidan returned with a small and respectful nod of his head. the sharp yellow of his gaze was glued to the features of the stranger, trying to learn more about him as though he could gain that knowledge by digging into him with a sharp look. when benedict inquired about whether or not their packs had an alliance with each other, the dark-hooded young man frowned. “i'm not sure, to be honest. don't believe we have many alliances, but that doesn't mean we're against them,” he did his best to respond and hoped that his tone was hopeful enough that benedict wouldn't think of them as a group of savage tyrants.

a thought struck him, and he squinted at the golden fellow. “you know, the creek is a good ways away from here. are you a scout for them, or do you just have itchy paws?”