Unlike some, Anduin has no issue with Wrathion stepping closer, being protective of him. Especially not when the spectral child appears in front of them.
He freezes with Wrathion, preparing himself to protect them as well, with magic, as the figure disappears with a laugh.
The laugh does make it somewhat more disturbing. Well, that and the fact that it is a child. The ghost of a child means that a child had to die in order to become a ghost. Logically, Anduin is aware of this having happened. But being aware of it and then being presented with the evidence of that are two very different things.
"I don't suppose that they get very many visitors...?" Anduin offers. The place is... well. Fairly terrible. He glances to Wrathion and then back out across the room ahead of them.
"How many of those wards do you have?" he asks, softly, lest the ghosts overhear, he supposes. Do they care enough to be listening in? Best not to find out.
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He freezes with Wrathion, preparing himself to protect them as well, with magic, as the figure disappears with a laugh.
The laugh does make it somewhat more disturbing. Well, that and the fact that it is a child. The ghost of a child means that a child had to die in order to become a ghost. Logically, Anduin is aware of this having happened. But being aware of it and then being presented with the evidence of that are two very different things.
"I don't suppose that they get very many visitors...?" Anduin offers. The place is... well. Fairly terrible. He glances to Wrathion and then back out across the room ahead of them.
"How many of those wards do you have?" he asks, softly, lest the ghosts overhear, he supposes. Do they care enough to be listening in? Best not to find out.