It's definitely Wrathion. There had been the small, nagging feeling that it could be a trap but there's no reason for it, no logic behind such a thing. This could still be an N'Zoth induced dream but something about that doesn't feel right, though Anduin can't put a finger on why.

"Nor did I expect to see you." Truly. Anduin would have been shocked at anyone from Azeroth arriving, but Wrathion being here? It's leaning on the side of problematic if only because of timing. The last Anduin knew, the black dragon had gone to take on N'Zoth with the champion. If he's here now then who's back home? It's all a bit hazy on the details with things such as that and Anduin has found that asking too many questions out loud raises too many eyebrows.

Anduin folds his arms, seemingly at ease on the ice for now. As to how long that will last is anyone's guess.

"Meeting under better circumstances would have be more preferable." Even if Anduin had punched the other during what could have been better times. Anduin still isn't sure if he's sorry over that one or not; he could easily handwave it and say it was N'Zoth's influence but the priest isn't too sure it was entirely the Old God's doing.

"Have you been at this... ice rink long?" Anduin is all too aware that the nearby group are watching. It feels like a lot of people are keeping an eye on those who have recently arrived.