Talking should be minimal, here. The important thing is that they look like they belong here. Luckily Anduin comes by that bearing naturally, though he is trying at the moment not to breathe too deeply.

That smoke is causing him to feel a little floaty. Never a good sign to start.

"It certainly makes me wonder if this might be the source of our seismic disturbances. At least in part," he murmurs in turn, keeping his voice low enough for only Wrathion to pick up as they proceed. One hand reaches to adjust the pallium draped around his shoulders. "Just follow my lead, keep your eyes low, and try to look...contemplative."

Not that he doesn't trust Wrathion's silver tongue to work its charms if needed, but better they not need to weave a particularly complex web, here.