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Moira Thaurissan: Thaelin, Thurgaden, put yer backs into it. |
Thaelin Darkanvil: Aye, Queen-Regent. |
Thaelin Darkanvil: Mind poppin' some more Azerite up on the anvil fer me, <target>? |
Anvil-Thane Thurgaden: <class>, we're sure tae encounter spontaneous azer-genesis incidents while shapin' the Azerite. Think ye can handle it? |
Thaelin Darkanvil: What the curmudgeonly bookworm means is, watch our backs when the elements attack us. |
Thaelin Darkanvil: Queen-Regent! Are ye all right lass?! |
Moira Thaurissan: I'm fine. Ye don't look so good yerself. |
Thaelin Darkanvil: Some sort o' pummeler ambushed me an' stole Ironfoe! |
Moira Thaurissan: Son o' the core! That must've been the big mech that slammed into me! |
Anvil-Thane Thurgaden: You two, open yer eyes! Look at the Black Anvil! |
Thaelin Darkanvil: Hell's bells! |
Moira Thaurissan: Anvil-Thane, Darkanvil, figure out how tae repair the Black Anvil. |
Moira Thaurissan: <target>, I've got another task fer ye. Those savages were Venture Co. That means they're gonna be in Kezan, probably deliverin' Ironfoe into the greasy hands o' Mogul Razdunk as we speak. |
Moira Thaurissan: Will ye go recover the hammer? It's a power unto itself an' could spell disaster fer us if the goblins figure out how tae use it. |
Moira Thaurissan: The final stroke is yours, $p. |
Moira Thaurissan: We decided tae make a few upgrades while repairin' the Black Anvil. |
Thaelin Darkanvil: It's a good day tae be Dark Iron! |
Anvil-Thane Thurgaden: Aye. I was dubious about this whole arrangement, but it seems things have worked out fer the better. |