There is a burning inside of Anduin. A burning that has as much to do with that bitter brew they forced down his throat as it does with the fact that his mother's locket, the only thing he has ever known of her, is now in the hands of bandit thugs.

It's perhaps making him a bit more reckless than he might otherwise be. They have to get their belongings back from these ruffians, though. One way or another. And even if it means he might be barred from the village, next time he will fight harder. He promises himself this as they walk through the forest and his insides twist like snakes.

He's so caught up with his own personal dramas and regrets that he almost doesn't notice Wrathion freezing in place ahead of him. Hesitantly, he makes his way to his companion's side, glancing first at him and then at the clearing beyond.

"What is i--" he breaks off, as before him he registers the sight of... Azeroth.