He didn't flinch when he's glowered at...though it's been a while since anyone had dared to glower at him.
When Wrathion stepped back inside he did as well. He's been writing talismans that helps spirits move on and had commandeered the table for that purpose and, essentially, he's made the space messy. There's papers strewn across the table already and there are two mugs, one half full, the other empty but clearly having already been drunken from.
Though his frown does deepen at those words. "How should I know?" Truly, he doesn't and, it makes him feel unsettled to have no answer. But more importantly... "Did something happen?" If asked he would deny any concern but, well. He's concerned.
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When Wrathion stepped back inside he did as well. He's been writing talismans that helps spirits move on and had commandeered the table for that purpose and, essentially, he's made the space messy. There's papers strewn across the table already and there are two mugs, one half full, the other empty but clearly having already been drunken from.
Though his frown does deepen at those words. "How should I know?" Truly, he doesn't and, it makes him feel unsettled to have no answer. But more importantly... "Did something happen?" If asked he would deny any concern but, well. He's concerned.