Kael'thas froze in his tracks, looking warily at the sight in front of him. In what seemed like a matter of seconds but seemed to him like an eternity, Kael began to draw some very obvious conclusions.
The girl in front of her was literally repairing herself, something that caused his eyebrows to raise. There was more than quite a ruckus now, there were people running and disturbances caused. Al'ar cried to him but Kael mentally willed him to be silent and not attack the girl.
She hadn't healed herself using holy magic, nor the power of nature. That ruled out a druid or a priest or a paladin, and it had taken to long for her to use shadow magic, which meant whatever class she was it certainly wasn't Warlock. Kael had the sneaking suspicion there were no classes here, or at the very least none he was familiar with. There seemed to be a lack of magic.
Which was the other thing he picked up--the emptiness that had been driving him, had been causing the irritability and his mind to cloud over--the moment she had begun to heal herself he had felt the Verdant Spheres react around him. Which meant that healing herself was an act of Fel-Energy, which..
"Demon." It wasn't a question, it was a flat out statement, and Kael held up his hands to show he was no longer going to attack the girl.
"Forgive me," He apologized. "My..temper.. has the best of me. I will give you the gold for a new outfit, but if possible, I would ask you to aid me, if only for a small test. My name is Kael'thas Sunstrider, Prince of Quel'thalas, Lord of the Blood Elves. And I'm in need of your assistance more than you realize."