[HOLD THE PHONE. Arthas' expression flickers to confusion, his eyes narrowing a little. Varian, a father? That he knew, but of a boy this age? Certainly not.
But the more he looked at Anduin, the more he could see Varian's face in him. It was almost disturbing.]
Anduin.
[Its a recollection, not a question. Yes, named after his murdered father. If the Bronze Dragonflight was truly at work here...Anduin's aged presence was certainly proof of that.]
It seems the Bronze dragons are busy indeed.
[He would not appear ruffled for long. There was no cause to worry the boy, after all. If the undead were here with Varian and Jaina, certainly they could combat them without much trouble.]
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But the more he looked at Anduin, the more he could see Varian's face in him. It was almost disturbing.]
Anduin.
[Its a recollection, not a question. Yes, named after his murdered father. If the Bronze Dragonflight was truly at work here...Anduin's aged presence was certainly proof of that.]
It seems the Bronze dragons are busy indeed.
[He would not appear ruffled for long. There was no cause to worry the boy, after all. If the undead were here with Varian and Jaina, certainly they could combat them without much trouble.]
You've grown much, since I last saw you.