Al'ar's call from the sky as he moved to roost over in a skyrise, and Kael, who had been attempting to at the very least figure out what time it was by the position of the sun, looked down at the woman who had actually bumped into him.
Lips pulled into a thin line as he examined her, the woman speaking in harsh Common. It had been a while since he'd had to speak the language of humans, but he was suddenly thankful for his diligent studies in Dalaran when younger. The translation came naturally and freely, even if the words themselves were ridiculous in nature.
Wonder, he could see. Fear he would love. But what did she give him instead? His frown furthered: laughter.
"My name is not Legolas," he said patiently--or as patiently as Kael'thas could manage with some despicable /human/ had the nerve to talk to him. "And I lost no bet. I have merely encountered a setback and have found myself..." He took glowing green eyes off of the little whelp to look around.
"...here." There was no mistaking the tone of disgust in his voice.