Wrathion hesitates, a twinge of sickly unease passing through him. Anduin wouldn't refer to someone they both knew well that way. Which can only mean one thing.
They're back to square one.
At least, he supposes, he has the advantage this time. Perhaps this could be an... opportunity, to do things better? Easier to think that way, rather than allow himself to dwell on everything that has been lost. ]
That's right. The sorceress who works for the Merchant.
[ He looks up at Anduin, pauses in his fiddling with the knife. His manner is... more reserved suddenly. ]
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Wrathion hesitates, a twinge of sickly unease passing through him. Anduin wouldn't refer to someone they both knew well that way. Which can only mean one thing.
They're back to square one.
At least, he supposes, he has the advantage this time. Perhaps this could be an... opportunity, to do things better? Easier to think that way, rather than allow himself to dwell on everything that has been lost. ]
That's right. The sorceress who works for the Merchant.
[ He looks up at Anduin, pauses in his fiddling with the knife. His manner is... more reserved suddenly. ]
She explained some of this?
[ She usually does, if in a... brusque manner. ]