Arrival

[Arle Nadja]

...Well that was fortunate! Wouldn't it just be her luck that she'd come across someone who could help her find her way through this new world? She usually didn't rely on strangers to get her from place to place, at least not personally, but she certainly wasn't opposed to the idea. When Warren explained his suit, however, the thing that was most prominent in Arle's mind was the sudden and startling realization that somewhere that thing qualified as a 'suit'. She usually thought of something a bit more dignified when she thought of the word suit, but then again the sort of suit he was wearing didn't exist in her world. Maybe there was a reason they wore that. Who was she to judge? Arle allowed the thought to drift out of her thoughts and pass into the ether, decidedly not exactly an expert on fashion. Perhaps she could ask Rulue if she ever found her. The fighting queen was as much a hit on the battlefield as she was in her beauty. Arle had quietly admired her beauty for a long time now. It was a sort of refined beauty that her natural good looks just couldn't compete with, and yet somehow Rulue had become jealous of her instead. ...Arle quickly pushed that thought from her mind. It was a sore topic. She'd be happy to see Rulue again even if the feeling wasn't mutual.

Waiting patiently for Warren to finish speaking, Arle watched him attentively. The idea of owing him a favor perturbed her a bit, causing her to furow her brows for a moment. What could he possibly want fro mthe likes of her..? She wasn't anyone special, aside from al this prime business she hadn't finished wrapping her head around. She did briefly consider foul play, having had quite a lot of bad experienced, but dismissed the idea after a very brief moment. She couldn't worry about that every step she took. When she was finally allowed to meet Warren's eyes, however, she offered him a pleasant smile. This was much better. She giggled light-heartedly at his remark. "Yeah~ It looks a lot more comfortable too." Arle replied, though she had to question how exactly he'd done that. Hadn't he just said that he couldn't get his armor off..? What was this, then? Confused as she was, Arle chose not to ask about it. She wasn't sure if she'd misheard something or if she misunderstood, but she figured they would have plenty of time to iron those detail out later.

"My name's Arle Nadja. I'm an apprentice mage!" Arle went on to introduce. "I was looking to find my way to the Mage's Guild in Dalaran. I figured if anyone could help me figure things out here, it's probably them. I've forgotten most of the incantations for my spells for some reason... I'm not sure how I can help you--but sure!" the mage finished, noticeably a lot less anxious than when they'd first met. Company had a way of doing that for her, helping her to feel like she a part of the world instead of an observer.