"He... was having problems with his breathing," Anduin considers. "And then there is the matter of whatever is being heard in the Wards. The-- singing."

He glances aside to Wrathion. He has told him of his own experience with the trance he had fallen in. At first uncertain whether he was just so fatigued that he was losing time before he realized he had indeed fallen under the spell of... Something.

"Haiva spends enough time down there, there is a chance perhaps the two are related as well."