[Accidental Voice || Action] [Seeing as the Lordaeron Prince came from a time before the gnomes and goblins saw fit to introduce technology into the human culture, Arthas was quite startled to find the visor over his eyes. Needless to say, he's flung it across the room by now, triggering the microphone so that all of the Asylum might hear his cries of rage (and perhaps fear) as he fruitlessly tries to finagle his way out of the ball and chain.]
No! Mal'Ganis--what is the meaning of this?!
[Needless to say, the brief glance he gave to the welcome message was not enough for him.]
I demand you release me this instant! You cannot fathom what you've just interrupted!