Unlike some of the others, the cloaked mage doesn't seem alarmed by the draenei's presence. "You have my thanks," he murmurs, concentrating on the spell. He is happy to have a protect or two. The reds are numerous, but he isn't counting his dragons before they hatch. "Still, I regret what must be done. Surely you are tired of such conflicts, draenei. It is the same for us."