Certainly Mockingbird Lane is nothing particularly special, and neither is 210 -- both himself and Wolfe have made no attempt to stand out. Standing out, it seems, is to be discouraged and certainly drawing additional attention is far from Wrathion's desire. He normally quite likes attention, but this place has proven its attention can be unpleasant.
No matter.
He moves across the street toward the correct number, drawing keys from his pocket and unlocking front door. The blast of warmth from inside is immediate, both Wolfe and Wrathion dislike the cold and are more accustomed to warmer climes. A quick check around and call out reveals them to be alone, so he simply waves Anduin in then (after a moment of consideration) locks the door behind them. Caution is something Wrathion has manage to learn the hard way.
"I'd offer you tea," he begins, "but even the tea here manages to be lacking."
Perhaps mostly because he developed a taste for it in Pandaria. He drops his keys on a small side-table and begins to shrug out of his coat, running fingers through his curls to tame any disarray the wind might have caused.
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No matter.
He moves across the street toward the correct number, drawing keys from his pocket and unlocking front door. The blast of warmth from inside is immediate, both Wolfe and Wrathion dislike the cold and are more accustomed to warmer climes. A quick check around and call out reveals them to be alone, so he simply waves Anduin in then (after a moment of consideration) locks the door behind them. Caution is something Wrathion has manage to learn the hard way.
"I'd offer you tea," he begins, "but even the tea here manages to be lacking."
Perhaps mostly because he developed a taste for it in Pandaria. He drops his keys on a small side-table and begins to shrug out of his coat, running fingers through his curls to tame any disarray the wind might have caused.