"I am Estinien Wyrmblood," he says, his focus narrowing more naturally to the task at hand. He lands on clawed feet, meeting Wrathion's gaze. "Wherever you called your home, you are there no longer... and to remain here is to risk becoming the thrall of the same being threatening your star."

There's so much to explain, but he feels that is the priority. They cannot remain long lest they risk being bothered by more than these onlookers.