"Say that again."
The Blacktalon Agent paused. "It's affirmative. Here are the reports." He slid a pack of papers across the table towards the Black Prince, who subtly straightened his back and accepted it with one taloned hand.
Wrathion didn't break eye contact with the Agent as he opened the package and turned over the title pages of the report. Then, he glanced down and scanned over the first page.
"Leave us," he said shortly, his gaze once more not moving from its current position.
Right gave the Blood Elven agent an apologetic glance as he left, then glanced at Left. Orcish faces were hard to read for most humans, but Left and Right had spent enough time in each others' company that Right could tell her companion and coworker was just as worried for the bad news as she was.
Left looked down at the back of Wrathion's head. She couldn't even see /his/ face, but his posture was urgent, shoulders angled back but head craned forwards to pore over the details of the report in front of him. His hands were splayed out either side of the pages and, though it was very subtle, she could see his pulse pounding in the arteries which traced their ways over the bones of his hands.
He began to tap a talon against the wooden table. Right grimaced, scoping the room to make sure they were alone. The Pandaren innkeeper - kind, quiet man, didn't ask questions - poked his head around the door; she shook her head 'no' and he left.
"This is... bad."
It was Left who responded to the conversation opener. "Sir?"
Wrathion paused, and spoke quietly. His tone wasn't one that he used often. "I'm quite afraid this is something I cannot leave to agents alone."
"...sir?"
"Ah, a matter of personal importance, as you mortals would say." The frequency of his loud tapping remained constant. "Not something you leave to other people."
He stood up abruptly, and Left could see he was shaking. She wasn't aware of the contents of the report - the context, or anything. Maybe a relative of his had been found..? He'd thought he had got them all, news otherwise could theoretically shake his confidence like this...
"You must be asking yourselves what's wrong," he stated plainly, looking them each in the eye. He flashed a knowing, but humourless, grin at them in turn; his sharpened teeth would have made it unnerving if they weren't entirely accustomed to them by now. "And I suppose I'd better tell you, seeing as you'll be accompanying me. Come with me."
Left and Right climbed the stairs two steps behind their Prince. They didn't speak, but they didn't need to. Left saw the concern in Right's posture and Right saw it in Left's expression. But Left glanced up at the back of Wrathion's head, then gave Right a reassuring smile. It'd be alright. It always had been before. Right gave a barely perceptible nod and gently let her fingers brush against Left's hand before they reached the top of the stairs.
Wrathion walked briskly towards the room he had reserved, but rarely used. More often he would knock on the door to the one next to it, where the young Prince Anduin Wrynn of Stormwind was staying after his recent injury. Today he unlocked and opened his door; Left and Right mechanically executed their usual sweep of the room for bugs and other untowards, and when they were done, the Prince sat down heavily on his stool, dropping the report carelessly on his desk.
"My Prince," asked Right hesitantly, "has another relative been found?"
"Of sorts." He scratched his forehead, looking at the report where it lay. "Anduin Wrynn has been compromised."