[ A tattoo? Anduin doesn't quite register the question s being for him, at first. He's busying himself flipping through a bag, moves onto the next one as he glances up.

Flynn is looking at him, however, and he follows his eyes down to his wrist.

Oh! ]

Ah -- yes, it is.

[ He'd gotten so at home with its presence he barely registered it, but he supposes it is... perhaps unexpected. ]

I was in a... place before this, with some of the people people here -- those they call sleepers. We all had a mark, like this, somewhere on our person.