[He's quiet for a moment. That would mean Tyrande was in danger. While he trusted her abilities and her strength, the idea that her well being was threatened was enough to kick him into action. An unsettling toothy grin spreads across his face. He gets out a few chuckles before the air constraints forces him to stop.]

Then I refuse to sit idly and allow this to happen. I have sat still for ten thousand years, I believe that is long enough.

Priestess, can you sense anything about our position?

[Because he's going to do something stupid, and he at least wants to do it in the right direction.]