The key is not why Wrathion had made the crossing in the first place. It is not for that matter why he is turning down Anduin's offer of tea in favor of something more potent either. Anduin's brows pinch with concern at the request, but he steps back from the table and crosses to the small kitchen area nevertheless.
"You might as well have done, while you were there," Anduin agrees, although he wonders how much of Wrathion's heart had been in the task. He doubts that his interactions at the factory had put those shadows on his face.
Anduin reaches up into a cupboard to pull down a pair of glasses for the pair of them.
"I was very quiet here in Minaras today," he observes, glancing over his shoulder at Wrathion. "I imagine the same cannot be said for Eidris."
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The key is not why Wrathion had made the crossing in the first place. It is not for that matter why he is turning down Anduin's offer of tea in favor of something more potent either. Anduin's brows pinch with concern at the request, but he steps back from the table and crosses to the small kitchen area nevertheless.
"You might as well have done, while you were there," Anduin agrees, although he wonders how much of Wrathion's heart had been in the task. He doubts that his interactions at the factory had put those shadows on his face.
Anduin reaches up into a cupboard to pull down a pair of glasses for the pair of them.
"I was very quiet here in Minaras today," he observes, glancing over his shoulder at Wrathion. "I imagine the same cannot be said for Eidris."