Laila unconsciously pulled at her own thumbs, staring through the growing darkness that seemed to build a thick wall between the two. The man surely couldn't have seen the two mages vanishing into black dust, but she wasn't sure if it was her place to tell him. After all, it could get her in trouble. There was no telling what this man could have been involved with. Nevertheless, her mouth opened seemingly on its own and the words fell from her mouth with ease.

"He used dark magick," she told him, straining to see his reaction. She felt herself stiffen at the mention of the practice. "I saw him cast a vanishing spell. Well, I-I didn't really see him cast it. I just saw the black cloud that was left."

Tugging at her thumb even harder, Laila still couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to flee. However, the man before her hadn't seemed to pose a threat toward her, and she felt it would be rude to suddenly take off. Then again, she figured, looks are deceiving. He could be plotting her downfall at this very moment.

"My father was almost a royal mage," she blurted carelessly. "If you're in danger, we could help you."

What was she doing, offering her father to this man like that? Regardless if he was once a candidate to be the royal mage, Draenik was very old, and could have forgotten most of the things he'd known before. Laila felt the sting of regret and guilt in her bosom, and her eyes fell upon her feet instead of straining to see the man.

"I'm Laila," she said, voice dropping at the last syllable because she had, once again, given terrible information, thus making herself vulnerable.