Light blind them- he was spotted. Anduin rose and fixed his eyes on the encroaching minions. They hastened once he had shown himself then stopped in their tracks when she spoke. "We are the cavalry. Anduin Wrynn, P.I.," he produced something from his pocket, gave it a flick with his wrist, and put it back. The henchmen exchanged a look- although what kind of look remained unknown. They turned to the demon on the stage, as if for guidance.

"The guards are coming to secure this place, and so, if you'd so kindly stand down, that'd be ace--" Anduin said, pausing to look around searchingly. "So it's happening again- that's clear." His face flushed with alarm as his words not only began to form themselves into meter, but an almost operatic tone began to creep into his voice. "A singing priest won't be of much use, I fear!"