It's difficult not to feel a little useless in that moment. No spells to be able to cast, only one good hand and the non-dominant one at that. Yet a part of Anduin Wrynn stubbornly refuses to be bested by this place. Before he may have been a little more willing to listen to reason to think of something being different to how it's portrayed, but now it's gone too far. He won't give this place the satisfaction of being on the back foot and Anduin clenches his fists, making a silent resolve to himself that this place would not see him suffer again.

"We will deal with those dolls if they cross our path, though it would be wiser for them if they did not. I have not seen anything else of this place but this room and the one I was in when they were questioning me. We shall have to take the route that brought you here I suspect."