"That seems wise. And I'd rather sit on the fringes, in case the worst case scenario does happen. Though I'm certain that we shall do our best to avoid that, I hope?"

As they walk to a table that's closer to the edge of the party, Wrathion listened carefully to Kelson describe what he was going to do. It was rather unlike anything he'd heard of or experienced back on Azeroth, save for something darker powers could do--but there also tended to be a sense of wrongness about the users of such. Something he did not sense from this young king.

If he'd even suspected something like that, Wrathion would never have allowed it. He'd never known Neltharion the Earth-Warder, only Deathwing the Destroyer, maddened long ago and seeking to annihilate any who opposed him. Nothing he'd wish to become. No legacy he wished to carry. Those thoughts were ones he shoved down and away--that was not something his new ally should be forced to endure on so recent a meeting.

"Very well. Though I suppose it's a deeper sharing than anything I've already told you? And you'll be able to see what I envision in my mind?"

Really, they both had curiosity going for them. It may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought the beast back.