This certainly seems like a time to leave. Wrathion backs them both up a little further, struggling to look away. The whispers call to him, tempting, offering him things, and it's familiar in an unsettling way. One that sends cold shivers down his spine, have his senses pricking into high alert.

He rips his gaze away, reaches for Anduin and tries to pull him along. It's a little more physical than he'd usually be, but the occasion calls for it.

"Out," he says. "I don't want to be trapped down here with whatever this is. One of you is quite enough."

Wrathion is incredibly aware that they are underground, and he may be an earth dragon but that doesn't mean he wants to test these things. Especially not with Anduin here at risk.