[Rei giggles, her eyes flickering first to the nine foot tall, horned, bat winged demon elf, and then to a pair of regal looking elves, one a woman with purple skin and the other a finely dressed man with skin as fair as Rei's own.]

Those three, in particular. You've heard me talk about Illidan. That's him, the elven man with the wings. Tyrande Whisperwind, the woman, is the High Priestess of the Night Elf goddess Elune. The man is Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, the leader of the Sun Elves.

They're all at least as old as we were during the Silver Millennium, if not more. [Between five and fifteen thousand.]

I admit I'm a little surprised that they'd attend a birthday party for a nineteen year old girl.

[Nevermind that she'd saved each of them and helped them upon arrival.]