"The swords corrupting influence has been drained," he assures her. "You are in no danger."
Not from the sword, anyway. Potentially from other things -- Azeroth is full of danger.
He draws back a fraction, hands lingering on her arms as he thinks.
"However, it may be best for us to head inside regardless. MOTHER may be able to pick up any traces of the magic used to teleport us, or to analyse you and locate your home world."
Wrathion hesitates a moment, then leads Hermione towards a small platform nestled into a split in the ground. They step on it, and a flash of light teleports them to an underground chamber, round and tall -- supported by pillars and with some form of central area surrounded by a ring of clear floor that shows a complex mechanism operating below.
In it, a dwarf who looks like he is made of diamond is holding a conversation with an incredibly tall figure who... may be wearing armour? Yet no, on second glance perhaps she too is not made of flesh and blood.
The dwarf turns, and seems pleased by the sight of Wrathion.
"Yer back! And who's ye new friend?"
"This is Hermione. MOTHER, Hermione is not of Azeroth. Can you match her to any known location?"
"Greetings," she intones in an echoing voice. "I am the Matron of Tenacity, Herald of Endless Research. Designation: MOTHER. Visitor identified. Scanning new subject."
no subject
Not from the sword, anyway. Potentially from other things -- Azeroth is full of danger.
He draws back a fraction, hands lingering on her arms as he thinks.
"However, it may be best for us to head inside regardless. MOTHER may be able to pick up any traces of the magic used to teleport us, or to analyse you and locate your home world."
Wrathion hesitates a moment, then leads Hermione towards a small platform nestled into a split in the ground. They step on it, and a flash of light teleports them to an underground chamber, round and tall -- supported by pillars and with some form of central area surrounded by a ring of clear floor that shows a complex mechanism operating below.
In it, a dwarf who looks like he is made of diamond is holding a conversation with an incredibly tall figure who... may be wearing armour? Yet no, on second glance perhaps she too is not made of flesh and blood.
The dwarf turns, and seems pleased by the sight of Wrathion.
"Yer back! And who's ye new friend?"
"This is Hermione. MOTHER, Hermione is not of Azeroth. Can you match her to any known location?"
"Greetings," she intones in an echoing voice. "I am the Matron of Tenacity, Herald of Endless Research. Designation: MOTHER. Visitor identified. Scanning new subject."