Even Anduin knows that kindness is pushing it, he just cannot think of another way to phrase how he feels about the whole thing without raising other people's eyebrows. He hates that they've been pulled here without their consent, that everything has to be dropped for whatever motive it is that the people here have.

That, and there's just an underlying sense of dread that permeates everything, it makes Anduin's skin crawl the more he thinks about it.

"It is very much similar, though I have seen some differences, one of which sits in my own abode." The tree had been garish to look at but Anduin just couldn't quite say no to such an enthusiastic seller.

There's no shame in admitting that.

"I wonder what other celebrations there will be, and if they will be forthcoming with more information for us to understand them." It's not often sarcasm leaves Anduin's lips, but this time he just can't help it.