[Anduin’s expression pinches at that. An underdog, someone you would get along with. Yes, thanks ever so much for that observation, Wrathion.

The rest of it, however, is quite a lot to take in, and he needs to take a moment to process it. He reaches up his hand again to pinch the bridge of his nose before he repeats:]

Let me see if I am getting this right. His next goal was to possess the body of the niece, who is the head of the faction that this Merchant had planted you to secretly support within the palace.

[He glances back to Wrathion.]

What happened to the city? You said there was an attack? Not the riots, I assume that those are. New.