Anduin lets out the breath of a laugh, pushing himself up to stand.

"It is terribly heavy," Anduin agrees. He reaches for the fastenings of his own trousers, unbuttoning them and pushing them down and off. He steps aside to move to set them with the rest of his outfit.

"And terribly inconvenient," he continues. "It needs to be maintained, just like a sword. And considering the fact that I first woke in an oasis pool in the middle of a desert, I have been counting my blessings that I did not have it here with me."

Anduin crosses to sit beside Wrathion on the bed now, leaning back across the headboard as he turns to him.

"There are far too many crevaces for salt, or sand, or damp to remain. I would be polishing every night, I expect."