"Ravenholdt Manor," Wrathion says. "Which is where I learned to pick locks."

A guild of thieves and assassins is quite skilled at that sort of thing. He narrows his eyes into the shadows, picking his way more cautiously through the forest.

"I've have been more surprised if it was familiar to you."

Not exactly the sort of place Wrathion imagines the High King of the Alliance frequents. Perhaps Spymaster Shaw, but not Anduin himself.