A twist of a smile flits across Anduin’s face in return as he glances back at her, his expression soft and — perhaps a little bit sad before he looks back out across the spring. What is there to say? What isn’t there to say…
"It’s called Azeroth," he says, after a pause to think. "The world that I come from. It is… A world of magic. Of danger and beauty. History and new beginnings." He flashes her another smile, understanding that all sounds a bit melodramatic before he continues on.
"This inn reminds me of a place that is…special to me. It’s not really anything like where I grew up, but I spent a good amount of time there when I was younger. I was — injured, you see, and the Tavern in the Mists was a peaceful place for me to rest and get my strength back." His lips quirk as he adds, "And make new and interesting friends with my fellow travelers. A young Wrathion among them."
Perhaps he is taking for granted the fact that she might know of him among their number but. Wrathion is, as he ever was, rather hard to miss or ignore.
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"It’s called Azeroth," he says, after a pause to think. "The world that I come from. It is… A world of magic. Of danger and beauty. History and new beginnings." He flashes her another smile, understanding that all sounds a bit melodramatic before he continues on.
"This inn reminds me of a place that is…special to me. It’s not really anything like where I grew up, but I spent a good amount of time there when I was younger. I was — injured, you see, and the Tavern in the Mists was a peaceful place for me to rest and get my strength back." His lips quirk as he adds, "And make new and interesting friends with my fellow travelers. A young Wrathion among them."
Perhaps he is taking for granted the fact that she might know of him among their number but. Wrathion is, as he ever was, rather hard to miss or ignore.