At the sudden knocking Anduin rose to his feet, stretching. One hand pushed the tablet aside, gently easing it close to the wall and out of the way as he made his way to the door. He was careful in how he opened it - just a few inches so that he could peer out to see who his guest was.

...Well, it was hard to mistake a Death Knight for anything else, that was for certain. Thassarian would be treated to wide blue eyes as the prince of Stormwind stepped back, allowing him entrance with a polite bow.

"Welcome, Thassarian, please come in." his own clothing was comfortable and somewhat unprincely - after all, he couldn't very well keep the same garments clean all of the time. Still, they felt strange and different in comparison to the fine runecloth and mageweave that he was used to.

"I ...don't know if welcome is the most appropriate word for being here, but ...I mean it all the same."