[ Wrathion tilts his head in a way that says he finds this reaction and answer curious. He supposes not everyone has to know who he is, but equally...

It's an awkward realisation that he doesn't particularly know where he calls home. ]

I suppose I've spent most of my time in Southwestern Kalimdor, lately.

[ Does the count as an answer? He really has no idea. His eyes slide to the window again, studying the outside. It's quiet. There are no nightmarish entities on patrol. No dark pools of corruption. No sound of screams.

Somehow, that isn't at all comforting. ]

Tell me, what is the last thing you recall -- before you woke here?