[ Anduin is sat with his shirt unbuttoned, examining the state of himself. He has plenty of pale scars, but the thing he's most interested in are the fading bruises over the more recently closed injuries. Everything heals so much slower here, the wash of magic he casts over things seems to not be enough to bring him back to full health.
He lifts pale blue eyes to the doorway, moves slowly to push to his feet beside the cheap, straw-filled mattress and begins re-buttoning his shirt. ]
Claude, yes. It's good to meet you properly, and in less dire circumstances.
[ Meeting people only when they are injured tends to lead to... slightly more brief, and fraught introductions. His eyes flit between Wrathion and Claude, curious and expectant.
There's clearly something going on here, he's just waiting to find out what it is. ]
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He lifts pale blue eyes to the doorway, moves slowly to push to his feet beside the cheap, straw-filled mattress and begins re-buttoning his shirt. ]
Claude, yes. It's good to meet you properly, and in less dire circumstances.
[ Meeting people only when they are injured tends to lead to... slightly more brief, and fraught introductions. His eyes flit between Wrathion and Claude, curious and expectant.
There's clearly something going on here, he's just waiting to find out what it is. ]