Anduin is a magic user, and a priest of the light. It would normally make him sensitive to spiritual energy, both the living and the dead. But this city has had a funny way of playing tricks with his magical senses. Dampening them in uncomfortable ways. He supposes that it does make sense, in retrospect. Given the revelation that half of the population of the city has passed away from this disease. Still --

He can feel something coming off of this building. Given that it was the center of where the illness had spread, it is no wonder there are spirits lingering about the place. He's never heard of a spirit answering in quite so direct a manner though, and so his brows draw together in a puzzled frown before the Doctor rounds the corner and reveals himself.

"Ah," Anduin says, his expression evening out slightly. "Yes -- I am. Trying to, at any rate. It would seem that we may need to convince the inhabitants of that, though."