"Yes, I heard one of the other dragonsworn mention that place. She was in the Green Flight, I think," Vas answers. "She said there were humans there too, but I am not sure how there could be. They- er... your kind, they have only ever been found on Azeroth."

Seeing that Amane refused the drink, Vas takes another swig, then pours some of the water over her head. It's cold against her skin, cold enough to make her head ache, but it's strangely refreshing too. It soaks her head, and she slicks back the stray hairs that keep falling in her face.

"Draenor, though... yes, I suppose you could call it my home world. My people came to Azeroth... three years ago? Maybe five? I am not sure."