[The dragon's eyes narrow--but Wrathion can admire bravery--even if it's foolhardy. He snorts, and a wave of warm air washes over the naked human. At least it's amusement?]

My name is Wrathion. All I know for certain is that this is not Azeroth, the world where I was hatched.

[He can be forgiven for that, can't he?] Is it yours? Do you know?