The door opened, but the person who appeared wasn't Graymane. Instead the wolfish face that considered the young man before him, was one Darius Crowley. He'd been guarding the door since Genn had been hauled into the building and fielding off unwanted visitors as the nurse tended to the wound.

"King Wrynn. We were unaware you were coming, I'm afraid that Graymane isn't currently fit for visitors. Is there something I can help you with instead?"

Deeper within the room, came a follow up response. "Will you let me decide if I'm fit for visitors or not? The nurse has this well in hand, I don't need to leave this bed to speak to the king"