Wrathion hauls himself up, irritation slowly fading into a wild mix of confusion and anxiety clear as he watches the other man approach.
Anduin Wrynn is here.
Anduin Wrynn is here, in this place. This place that he awoke after being in Ny'alotha. He shouldn't be here -- of course, Wrathion shouldn't be either but the implications are making his heart race. What could it mean? Why would he be sucked in to whatever place this is as well? Has something happened to Stormwind? Has the Black Empire truly tightened their grip on Azeroth as a whole?
"Anduin," he says, a little breathless from both the struggle on the ice and the surge of adrenaline. "I... did not expect to see you."
Honesty, if a little wary. What if this is a trick? Some game being played, to lure him into letting down his guard. He grips the boarding tighter, as if to brace himself against the potential.
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Anduin Wrynn is here.
Anduin Wrynn is here, in this place. This place that he awoke after being in Ny'alotha. He shouldn't be here -- of course, Wrathion shouldn't be either but the implications are making his heart race. What could it mean? Why would he be sucked in to whatever place this is as well? Has something happened to Stormwind? Has the Black Empire truly tightened their grip on Azeroth as a whole?
"Anduin," he says, a little breathless from both the struggle on the ice and the surge of adrenaline. "I... did not expect to see you."
Honesty, if a little wary. What if this is a trick? Some game being played, to lure him into letting down his guard. He grips the boarding tighter, as if to brace himself against the potential.