[Anduin is only half paying attention to what Wrathion is doing, up until he realizes that that is decidedly not a key that Wrathion has produced for this door. He makes something of a face at the other man, folding his arms across his chest as he does, though he makes no verbal protest. He understands there is more to this story than meets the eye, though he's clearly going to hold Wrathion to telling him the lot of it.

Unfortunately for Anduin, as they step forth into the space inside, Wrathion beats him to the question.

He lets out a heavy sigh, reaching a hand up to run through his hair, watching Wrathion lock the door behind himself and wondering whether there is somewhere they might make themselves comfortable or whether they're just going to stalk up and down the opposite sides of the room like wolves in a cage.]

Only as much as they want me to, I would imagine. I -- woke up in the desert, and the Merchant rescued us. Gathered a group in the desert, got us fed and situated before he sent us across the desert to this place. He said that it was on the brink of a civil uprising against a man named Bonaccorso.

[He frowns across the room at Wrathion, blue eyes flicking between the locked door then back to him.]

When we arrived here, the protests had already begun. Then we received that message...

'The most efficient recourse is to depose him.'

[He raises his eyebrows to Wrathion in question. Is this ringing a bell?]