[ This is not going to end well for any of them, Wrathion is sure of that much.
He's dressed down into his best attempt at blending in, swathes of dark fabric hiding his figure and his more expensive accessories.
Still, it does nothing to disguise his bright red eyes.
Across the room from Anduin, Wrathion is locked in conversation with a small group. He rubs his beard thoughtfully, eyes flitting to the floor every so often as he listens to them. His voice, though, is distinctive: over the crowd, every so often, his answers can be just about made out. ]
Macaluso cannot be the cause. Even now, imprisoned, the chaos continues. Left to this fate, whatever he knows may die with him.
[ There's a murmur from the small crowd around him. One of them appears to be leaning on a harpoon. Wrathion himself is trying not to think too hard about what this man intends to do with the harpoon. He speaks up again: ]
No, he'll be well guarded. A distraction to draw away some of the guards would give us an opportunity to try and extract him more... carefully. A disguise may be worth looking into. We'll need more people, too.
[ The crowd exchange glances, thoughtful, then nod. Wrathion turns, picking up a mug and taking a sip. ]
See what you can find. I'll be here.
[ He moves to lean up against one wall, moving his mug to another hand and digging through his pockets as he thinks and the small crowd splits away in groups. ]
> RISE ONE, RISE ALL
He's dressed down into his best attempt at blending in, swathes of dark fabric hiding his figure and his more expensive accessories.
Still, it does nothing to disguise his bright red eyes.
Across the room from Anduin, Wrathion is locked in conversation with a small group. He rubs his beard thoughtfully, eyes flitting to the floor every so often as he listens to them. His voice, though, is distinctive: over the crowd, every so often, his answers can be just about made out. ]
Macaluso cannot be the cause. Even now, imprisoned, the chaos continues. Left to this fate, whatever he knows may die with him.
[ There's a murmur from the small crowd around him. One of them appears to be leaning on a harpoon. Wrathion himself is trying not to think too hard about what this man intends to do with the harpoon. He speaks up again: ]
No, he'll be well guarded. A distraction to draw away some of the guards would give us an opportunity to try and extract him more... carefully. A disguise may be worth looking into. We'll need more people, too.
[ The crowd exchange glances, thoughtful, then nod. Wrathion turns, picking up a mug and taking a sip. ]
See what you can find. I'll be here.
[ He moves to lean up against one wall, moving his mug to another hand and digging through his pockets as he thinks and the small crowd splits away in groups. ]