There certainly are, and Wrathion is frowning back over his shoulder at the people they passed in thought. Could some of them being spying on them? Reporting back? To whom?

"Indeed," he says, with a mild sort of tone that betrays he's thinking about something rather than paying full attention to Anduin. "Come, my newly appointed accommodation is just up here."

He gestures to the turning onto Mockingbird Lane, frowning sideways at Anduin.

"The food so far has... not been what I am used to."

Unpleasant, that is, when the locals are responsible for it.

"I've been endeavouring to see what can be done about it."

That is to say, he's made attempts to see if he can cook. Can't be that hard, can it?