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[thewhitepawn]

Who: Anduin Wrynn
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Mid-day April 25th

[Upon waking up, it's going to take some time to come to grips with where he is and why his clothing is perfectly mended and he feels more rested than he has in weeks (if not months). For awhile he's just going to explore his new surroundings before trying his hand at a broadcast. Anduin's not precisely sure how he knows how to use the device but ...he does. It's different and new, and he tries to keep his voice level and somewhat neutral as he faces this new endeavor. It's at odds with the expression on his face, which is something like that of a confused puppy.]

Perhaps someone can assist me.

[He drops into silence with a quiet sigh, mulling over his words once more, settling on a path. When he glances up again his voice is warm once more, the calm returning.]

Introductions are in order first, I believe. Hello, my name is Anduin. Anduin Wrynn...

[He debated offering his title for a moment and for those potentially native to Azeroth it shows in how he trails off. Something lingering in the final syllable of his name but going unsaid. After a heartbeat he picks up that slack with a moderately cheerful tone and finishes his thoughts with a smile.]

I think that it would be my pleasure to meet you all as well.

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[noctiphile]

Usually when asking for assistance, it's useful to specify what you need assistance with.

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[thewhitepawn]

Of course, please pardon my manners. It's a matter of getting my bearings at the moment. The last situation I remember was ...quite different from the here and now.

[noctiphile]

Undoubtedly.

[He sighs as if this is all far more taxing than it truly is.]

If you're going to ask how you arrived, the answer is no one knows. You have the freedom to assume what you'd like. A blessing or a curse, depending on who you ask. Next question?

[thewhitepawn]

A mixture of both.

[He quirks a brow at the sigh but keeps himself calm, mulling over his questions before continuing.]

Just how many are here like this? Were ...abducted?

[noctiphile]

[Saved, but he knows better than to argue that point.]

More than thirty, less than two hundred. The numbers haven't been calculated but it's safe to stay within that range. There's enough to know you're not alone in your displeasure.

[thewhitepawn]

[He listens politely, waiting until the voice is finished before continuing.]

Thank you for taking the time to share this information with me. It... really does help.

[noctiphile]

It often does.

[There's a pause. Silence. A clearing of the throat.]

Have you any idea what you'll do next?

[thewhitepawn]

For now I think I'll just work on getting my bearings and getting to know the people here as well. Beyond that... I suppose I'll just have to see.