[Anduin regards Wrathion carefully for a moment, across the space in between them. He wonders whether he should trust him, whether this is some sort of elaborate scheme. Wrathion is always plotting something, and he doesn’t doubt that much the same is true even now, and yet.
After a careful moment of consideration, he nods. Wrathion has clearly been here longer than he has, has had the time to gather more information — to truly embroil himself into the situation, if the crowd he had gathered is anything to go by. And besides that, he… He’s a friend, if one who has betrayed his trust and used him for his own means on more than one occasion.]
Do you have somewhere in mind?
[His own lodgings, arranged for by the Merchant himself, aren’t exactly confidential. Or nearby, for that matter.]
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After a careful moment of consideration, he nods. Wrathion has clearly been here longer than he has, has had the time to gather more information — to truly embroil himself into the situation, if the crowd he had gathered is anything to go by. And besides that, he… He’s a friend, if one who has betrayed his trust and used him for his own means on more than one occasion.]
Do you have somewhere in mind?
[His own lodgings, arranged for by the Merchant himself, aren’t exactly confidential. Or nearby, for that matter.]