Anduin.

Wrathion frowns in thought, one hand lifting to rub at his beard.

"I'm aware the portals close eventually, even if not everyone makes it through, but I'm not certain of the detail in our case. I suppose there would only be one way to find out, he should be in Stormwind."

"Anduin?!" Magni repeats finally, looking between the two of them. "You got the poor lad wrapped up in something?"

Why is everything always his fault? Wrathion sighs, folding his arms.

"On the contrary, it was nothing to do with me."