Anduin laughs slightly, a sound that is half humor, half weariness.

"Well, they did at least thrust a handful of instructions at me, to read in my free time, I suppose," he offers. He holds up a hand, ticking the options off his fingers.

"Kill the spirit, trick it into believing you were pledged to another, or trick it into believing your wedding party was a pack of hunting hounds," he recites. "It wasn't really a fair choice, in the end."