Wrathion nods in understanding, picking up his own cup.
"I feel the same. There are many questions I believe only he can answer, but... I fear my patience for those answers is waning."
He tires of these games. Tires of the drawn out creep of information, of chasing ghosts. Sometimes, a pitched battle is just more satisfying. Sometimes solving things with violence is just the way it must be. A final victory, no more questions. Something simple, for once.
Wrathion is a creature built for tactics, for battle. Infiltration and execution. Sitting in a house drinking tea and matchmaking he feels... tamed. It frustrates him.
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"I feel the same. There are many questions I believe only he can answer, but... I fear my patience for those answers is waning."
He tires of these games. Tires of the drawn out creep of information, of chasing ghosts. Sometimes, a pitched battle is just more satisfying. Sometimes solving things with violence is just the way it must be. A final victory, no more questions. Something simple, for once.
Wrathion is a creature built for tactics, for battle. Infiltration and execution. Sitting in a house drinking tea and matchmaking he feels... tamed. It frustrates him.