[Wrathion follows her out of the water, shaking himself down as a dog might do to rid it's coat of water. It's not quite as effective -- more of a reflex than anything else. A soft sigh escapes his nose when he spots how heavy his trousers have become with water, most of it spilling out in large quantities into the shore.
Right. No more water.]
Not unlike the shores of Tirisfal, I imagine. Tell me more of it.
[He sits by the pile of gems, picking through them unless Asha makes attempts to halt him. He does appear genuinely interested to hear more of Pyke.]
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Right. No more water.]
Not unlike the shores of Tirisfal, I imagine. Tell me more of it.
[He sits by the pile of gems, picking through them unless Asha makes attempts to halt him. He does appear genuinely interested to hear more of Pyke.]