[Anduin turns at the sound of Wrathion's voice, from where he has been healing a man's hand where he had cut it open on a piece of hidden glass in amongst the rubble. He offers him a softening of his expression in greeting, reaching out to take the blankets and supplies from his hands before turning to look out over the grounds before them.]
Come with me.
[Stepping forward, he flags down a boy (young man, he supposes, but he really is just a boy), handing him Wrathion's supplies and instructing him to bring them to the makeshift triage tent. He turns to Wrathion as he continues on.]
The catapult has compromised the structure of the tower. Half of it has fallen already. It's only a matter of time before the rest of it is coming down. We need to get these people out of the collapse as soon as possible, before they are buried completely.
[His expression hardens.] While there is still chance of a rescue.
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Come with me.
[Stepping forward, he flags down a boy (young man, he supposes, but he really is just a boy), handing him Wrathion's supplies and instructing him to bring them to the makeshift triage tent. He turns to Wrathion as he continues on.]
The catapult has compromised the structure of the tower. Half of it has fallen already. It's only a matter of time before the rest of it is coming down. We need to get these people out of the collapse as soon as possible, before they are buried completely.
[His expression hardens.] While there is still chance of a rescue.