You. For some reason, he always trusted you.

Whether it be to go fetch something, or with private political matters inside of the Alliance, he had always looked towards you. Ever faithful, ever loyal. He admired it. It’s what he’s made him grow fond of you. Throughout the Fourth War, when Azeroth was battling for Azerite, and the whole continent was nearly corrupted by an Old God, he always had faith in you. One of the most renowned champions of the Alliance. But once it came to the Shadowlands, things changed. Once Anduin had been abducted, and controlled by Slyvanas and The Jailer, things never changed. They hadn’t seen him in a long time, that was before you had revived a letter while visiting Stormwind.

From Anduin. Telling you to go to a specific location. Once there, you found yourself at a quaint little cabin, just by a lake, in the Elywnn Forest. How nobody had found it surprised you. But once you opened the door…you saw him.

He looked older, in a way. His hair had been cut short, he had grown in a beard, and had a few scratches and bruises. He took in a long breath, and then spoke,

Anduin: “Thank you, for…being here. Please, come in, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.”