Anduin stays upright and stable when Wrathion finally lets go, a small relief to the young King though he won't speak that out loud. It feels amazing to not be cramped up in a cage but the severity of the situation at hand has him delaying the celebrations for now. It's imperative they both get out in one piece and Anduin suspects that nothing will be made easy for either of them.

"I shall. You do not happen to have a spare one of those by any chance?" Anduin isn't sure if Wrathion is the kind to have a dagger in the boot and the wry expression on the blonde's face says he's not expecting it either. He'll be keeping his blue gaze focused on their surroundings, making sure to watch for anything that can be used as a weapon.

"You said those doll creatures were in here?"