As soon as Wrathion sent his confirmation, Anduin is bundling himself up for an outing as well. He's tied his hair back from his face with a bit of leather cord, though of course a few strands are already escaping in the wind by the time he makes his way down to meet Wrathion by the shore.

He smiles in greeting, reaching a hand up to do his best to tuck his hair out of his eyes, doing his best to hide his curiosity as he does.

"It seems quiet enough out here," he remarks. "I would almost call it scenic, if I didn't know any better."