[Reticence might be mistaken for shyness but all in all, it more or less stemmed from the same feeling of misplacement and disorientation. He was quietly reeling and trying his best to rein in his emotions. Perhaps he was simply not doing a good job of that.

With his sword Shalamayne strapped to his side, he should have felt more secure but...In all honesty he wondered if this was the sort of protection he needed in this place.

After a moment, he smiled, a bit strained, but. It was there.]

Surely, they must or else this would be a miserable place indeed.

[Anduin jested lightly, or as lightly as he could manage.]

I don't normally drink, but. Somehow I feel like...this might be the right occasion for it.

[He sighed softly, the reminder of his world making his brows knit.]

Well...It's...Beautiful. And dreadful. I suppose no worlds can exist without Light or the Darkness, can they? I live in a place called Stormwind. I...I am a King there, and well, we're at war...I would go more into depth but I almost fear I'd sour the mood.

[He murmured, peeling off his plate gauntlet and attaching it to his belt.]

What of you, my Lady? Where do you live?