[ Anduin's a social animal: he likes to be out among people, talking to them, learning from them. But silence has its place, too--though he's not sure if things will ever be silent again, given the constant, bubbling stream of strange voices now running through his head.
He wanders the ship, massaging his temples, hardly even paying mind to where he is or what's around him. When he hears the man speak, he stops short. It's a declarative statement, authoritative--knowing. ]
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He wanders the ship, massaging his temples, hardly even paying mind to where he is or what's around him. When he hears the man speak, he stops short. It's a declarative statement, authoritative--knowing. ]
Yes, sir. Was I expected?