[She was once like him, more shy and uncertain about the world around her, not simply figuratively, but the mortal world as well. Time was a foreign concept to her, yet it still managed to pass enough that she felt older and wise.

It was enough for her to feel compassion for this man and what he must be facing in this place. Not everyone was so...open as others were.]

Wine. All worlds must have it. [How could they not? But maybe she was just being arrogant by assuming that something from her world would carry over?] Perhaps that will be enough to make us both more comfortable?

[She wasn't nervous, but she wished to give him some sense of solidarity.]

Likely no world you have heard of before. This one exists beyond my concept as well. Tell me of Azeroth.