Anduin sat on his throne with his hand resting on the pommel of shalamayne, wearing the stormwind blue band across his ornamental armor and blue robe, his were eyes closed, meditating, thinking on the best approach and how to deal with Sylvanas once and for all, she had eluded him so far ever since lordaeron, now, he had Saurfang's aid, alongside the rebel Horde members, like Thrall, Bane, Lor'themar...as well as part of the Alliance that would support their joined campaign.

"What would you have done in my place father...?" Anduin thought of what would Varyan would do, he took a deep breath as his blonde hair strands covered a side of his face, then he opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps.