Wrathion nods, letting go of the ward and instead drawing his blade. Perhaps overkill for an orphanage where the ghosts throw butter knives, but at this point you never know what calamity is going to happen next.

"Towards the back of the building," he agrees. "Be on your guard, we are sure to be drawing increased attention."

Something that happens most places he goes, in truth, but now that they're beginning to press against this spell he expects it to fight back. The thrall over the city must have taken considerable effort, things of this scale usually refuse to go down without a fight.

Perhaps the child with the fox mask will even appear to stop them, or the man in white himself. That would be interesting.