The grab is somewhat... unceremonious. Wrathion feels the sharp rush of the magic yanking him across the room, and hears the collapse of wood behind him.
He suppresses a wave of irritation. Anduin is only trying to help, after all. Wrathion's pride is the only thing that protests it, there's no other real reason to object.
"It would take more than falling wood to do me harm, I assure you."
He straightens his coat, allowing the momentary unsteadiness from being unable to control his own movements to fade, then continues walking as if he might shrug it all off.
"This building is clearly in a state of disrepair. The collapse could have been natural, or it could be targeted."
Hard to tell after only one incident, but if it repeats they'll have a pattern.
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He suppresses a wave of irritation. Anduin is only trying to help, after all. Wrathion's pride is the only thing that protests it, there's no other real reason to object.
"It would take more than falling wood to do me harm, I assure you."
He straightens his coat, allowing the momentary unsteadiness from being unable to control his own movements to fade, then continues walking as if he might shrug it all off.
"This building is clearly in a state of disrepair. The collapse could have been natural, or it could be targeted."
Hard to tell after only one incident, but if it repeats they'll have a pattern.