[Anduin took note of the mirth, understandably, as sounding ridiculous to someone who considered those with magical abilities as "superpowers" or simply perhaps...had never encountered much magic before. He didn't know what sort of world the young man came from, in truth.]

Yes. Stormwind. It's the Kingdom I am from, on Azeroth. I'm certain it would be nice to have visitors. We have...people from other worlds, after all. The Draenei are a people who came from a world called Argus for instance, and they live on Azeroth now as part of the Alliance.

Was that too silly to consider? I'm sorry. It's just all I can offer, for the moment...Aside from a trip home if I ever manage to find a means through a mage, that is.

Well, it's...

[He looked up as he considered how to explain the depth of the Force that was the Light, in a way that would be understandable.]

I studied with the Church of the Holy Light...

[He channeled a warm, golden-glowing light in his palm, allowing Jughead to see it.]

It is a Force that one can draw healing abilities from, given enough discipline and training. It can heal grievous wounds. And, certainly I could lend my assistance there, should people have need of me.