Wrathion is right, of course. This island is likely no safer than any of the other locations they've visited so far. Perhaps even less so, considering its deserted location. The truth is that Anduin does not intend to search for buried treasure. Since that day, rescuing the children from the volcano, Anduin had been -- busy, with the villagers, and the cleanup. And then there had been the beacon, and all the mixed feelings the idea of returning home had brought with it, only to have it fail again. Now here they are, voyaging across the ocean on a pirate ship and sharing their living space with the rest of the group at large, and this whole time they haven't really managed to check in with each other.

Maybe it doesn't matter. Wrathion has spent most of his life fending for himself. But here in this place, where they have grown to count on one another... Or at least that is what Anduin would like to think, anyway. Wrathion's mind has always been difficult to read. Anduin's spent enough time trying to guess at what he might be thinking. If Anduin knows him, then he knows that he will never truly speak his mind in front of an audience, as much as he does like to put on airs.

Shouldering his own pack, he steps forward to lead Wrathion further into the jungle -- and away from anyone else from the party they might have landed with. If there is one thing that can be counted on, it is that treasure hunting is not a group activity, and soon they are well and truly alone in the dense forest.

"I have been meaning to speak to you," Anduin says, slowing his pace before turning to glance back at Wrathion. "The ship presents itself with few opportunities for private conversation, so I had thought..." His pale blue eyes search Wrathion's face for any sign of frustration or protest, at the somewhat less than honest ruse to lure him out here. Then again, Anduin is not so sure that he would have come otherwise.