"Scanning and analysis in progress!"
"Retrieval and feedback in progress!"
"Inference and prediction in progress!"
The All-Knowing Eye fell silent, a rare occurrence.
It seemed that even it could do little with such complex Discs of Norgannon.
The Gryphons and the Red Dragon Queen flew openly across the Badlands and into the skies above Loch Modan. Since they had already clashed with the Dark Iron Dwarves, they no longer worried about having their whereabouts discovered.
The All-Knowing Eye remained silent.
Could it be running low on energy again? Karin wondered to himself after trying to call out to it and receiving no response.
Their journey back continued.
Bryan had originally intended to part ways here and head west to Ironforge to tell his brother Magni Bronzebeard the astonishing information he had gained on his trip to Uldaman. But Kurdran insisted on inviting him to Grim Batol for a drink to celebrate the Dwarves finding their ancestors.
Bryan did not refuse. He gladly accepted, riding his Gryphon Gryphadin as he followed the group farther north toward the Wetlands.
The two Dwarves, who had seemed like mortal enemies not long ago, were now as close as brothers.
They traveled quickly, and by nightfall, they had returned to the vicinity of Grim Batol and Naxxramas.
"Lord Lothar, Karin, and all you esteemed Mages, would you like to come to Grim Batol for a drink?" Kurdran offered heartily. "Today is a day worth celebrating for every Dwarf! Hahaha!"
"I'd be delighted!" Anduin Lothar smiled and called out, "You'll have to bring out Grim Batol's finest!"
"Naturally!" Kurdran said as though it went without saying.
Ruin, Arugal, and the other Mages all nodded in agreement.
Although Kurdran Wildhammer was a Dwarf, he held an extremely high position in the North Khaz Modan Company, almost