"They did not," Wrathion admits, glancing back towards Anduin. "Only that the rare flower was found in it. I'm not certain if they mean submerged entirely, if it floats like a lily, or if grows along the banks."

He'd rather it grew along the banks, but if they have to brave the cold water so be it. He continues forward, careful, until the ground begins to have a slight incline downward. The very faint sound of water begins to become more audible, even to human ears, and then the banks of the partially iced-over river become visible. A distant howl has Wrathion turn and glance back into the forest, then narrow his eyes thoughtfully.

"I'd suggest we don't linger here longer than necessary."

Not that Wrathion himself had wanted to stay in a freezing woodland, but just to be sure they're on the same page.