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[loyallion]

Tiffin then, Llane surmised from the way the boy did not wish to release her name. The next words only add to his growing suspicions and he can audibly hear Lothar's hands being thrown in the air in his disbelief. Llane could not blame him either, the boy was talking nonsense - though a strong part of him agreed with it.

The blond held the Lothar genetics, those blue eyes were more than a give away. Varian had those same ones, as did the man thinking his king was losing it. He clicked his tongue though out right paused as the boy told him his name. Anduin, his son named his child after Anduin. His brows furrowed and from where ever said man was behind him, there was an unrepentant snort of amusement as if that alone was worth the whole trip.

"Anduin Llane," he repeats as his brows raised thoughtfully as he fought to express his words in a less than offensive way. "Named for your uncle first, though I suppose he held true enough to the tradition held for Wrynn's. Naming the sons for a grandparent." He shifts slightly, moving towards the bars that held the boy behind them. His head tilted enough to watch the boy in closer quarters, brown eyes scruntizing him much harder before he sighed and shook his head.

"What of Ada? If you are truly a Wrynn, you would know of your 'aunt'?"

[peacefulprince]

There's more hints to Tiffin being his mother, even if he doesn't confirm that's who she indeed is, given his blonde hair that definitely doesn't come from his father's side of the family.

"He named me in honor of a great hero of the Alliance," Anduin explained softly, but then Llane's words sunk in and his brow furrowed. "... Wait, uncle? Anduin Lothar wasn't my uncle... not by blood, at least. And I don't know of any aunt Ada... There are some people I refer to by aunt and uncle but none of them are related by blood, only bonds. My father... He's an only child."

[loyallion]

There was something wrong with hearing that Varian was an only child and that Anduin Lothar was not his uncle. Lothar must have thought so to, as his previous amusement turned into a quiet few words of disbelief.

Llane worked his jaw as he studied the blond, undoubted from Tiffin as her hair was much the same color as the boys - maybe a shade ot two lighter. "

You would be wrong then," Llane settled on, watching Anduin carefully, "Taria Wrynn is both the sister of Anduin Lothar and mother of two, Ada and Varian. Lothar would have been your great uncle."

[peacefulprince]

Half of Anduin wished he had just kept quiet about Lothar not being his great uncle and not knowing this Aunt Ada, but he also disliked lying too. He was curious to know more about Ada but first he had to get out of this cell.

"Please, I swear to you, I am telling the truth. That's how it is in the place and time I come from. Perhaps... perhaps something got changed somehow, and even if you don't believe me, I mean no harm. If you would just let me go, I'll leave and you won't ever have to deal with me again. You can have as many guards as you want escort me out of the city, if that would put you more at ease, but I promise I'll leave peacefully."

[loyallion]

"There is no need to beg, lad, I was going to have you released against my General's wishes," Llane told Anduin though stepped in slightly to take a good look at his face. "You'll come with us back to the Keep and I'll send for the Guardian." Llane nods to himself and steps back, thinking on what else to say to him. "You'll be given a change of clothes as well, you'll draw the guards attention too much if you prance around in such things without being considered part of the royal family."

He heaves a sigh, motioning for a guard to come back in to handle the lock and open it for the boy. "I believe you believe what you're saying," he finally chooses to say to the blond, "you don't seem like you're lying to me or yourself. I've seen many attempts of that, this is not it."

[peacefulprince]

"The... Guardian?" He must have meant Medivh... Oh no. If Medivh was still alive, then Anduin was torn between whether he should tell them what he knew about Medivh from the future or let history play out the way it was supposed to... although he'd probably already mucked it up by showing up here.

Perhaps he would be lucky and this would all turn out to be some strange dream that felt very real instead.

For now though, he carefully stepped out of the cell, complying. "Alright." Given a commoner's change of clothes might help him somewhere down the road if he got the chance to slip away. "Thank you... for letting me out."