"I..."

Anduin takes a moment to try and take stock of the situation -- where he is and what just happened. He feels as though he is coming out of a dream, emerging from a dense fog and into... Well, he can't exactly say that he feels all that clear-headed, but at least he seems to have all of his faculties about him now. The strangest thing is that he does remember everything.

Strangest, and most frightening, he supposes.

"There were voices..." he says, pushing himself up and glancing uncertainly towards the edge of the boat. "Calling to me. I couldn't..."

He should have known better. He's a priest, there are spells for this. To shield against psychic attack. And yet...