Anduin would just love to know who was pulling the strings in this place. The ones he's seen at the meetings sound like they're in charge and yet there's the feeling it's not quite as easy as that and Anduin knows it's only a matter of time.

As to if the result is good or bad remains to be seen and these days there's a sincere lack of pain to help Anduin make such a choice. Perhaps that in itself is a blessing, Anduin vaguely wondering if he relies on that too much.

"The people here seem to have their own tastes, some of them are rather unique." And mostly non solid from what Anduin has seen. Thank everything that he can manage to make some basic things for himself, though living off of sandwiches won't end well for the King. He snaps out of his thoughts to look down the street they're on, wondering if Wrathion's abode will look as mundane as his own.

"If I find the library here I will be glad to send you some books on the matter of food."