This is a terribly direct approach, made towards a terrible suspicious person. Wrathion's brow pinches, the only outward show of emotion, but his emotions roil quickly. Suspicion at the strange approaching, alarm at the name being referenced, a tense flash of panic as Wrathion decides if it would be worth bolting.

Still, he's quite sure he has seen this person mixing with the other of the Merchant's little band of refugees. They could, of course, be trying to drag information from him only to sell him out. To what end? A deal for power, a different path home? Yet to sell him out they'd need something to sell -- so far as he knows right now all they have is the fact that he's reacted to the name.

He presses down aggressively on his emotions, tries to force his heart to slow and his shoulders to relax.

"So it seems," he allows. "Another place indebted to the Undead Legions."