He recognizes that the topic has been dismissed, even if he would like to ask him more. About what he learned while he was there, how much time he had spent before Pandaria and how he made his way from Point A to Point B.
He's just opening his mouth to at least question if that is why Wrathion favors the weapon style that he does when the path ahead of them shimmers and he blinks slightly as the clearing beyond dissolves into... Wide, dry, desolate farmlands, carrion birds soaring mournfully in the distance.
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He recognizes that the topic has been dismissed, even if he would like to ask him more. About what he learned while he was there, how much time he had spent before Pandaria and how he made his way from Point A to Point B.
He's just opening his mouth to at least question if that is why Wrathion favors the weapon style that he does when the path ahead of them shimmers and he blinks slightly as the clearing beyond dissolves into... Wide, dry, desolate farmlands, carrion birds soaring mournfully in the distance.
It is Anduin's turn to stop dead in the path.
"Oh."