By the time Dick found Hamuul, the Archdruid was leading a group down from the highest stone platform in Molten Core. Beside him, a large Fire Elemental tightly bound in thorns glared viciously at Dick and his companions. Clearly, this was Majordomo Executus, the flame steward.
An opportunist entrusted with great responsibility by the Firelord.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
Hamuul swished his tail and asked calmly. The Archdruid had an honest, kindly face, but the broken horn on his head reminded everyone that he was not someone to trifle with.
In fact, when Dick saw the Fire Elemental leader Shalar'ser's gruesome remains, his body almost torn into three pieces, he had gained a direct appreciation of the Archdruid's strength. Though it had been a surprise attack, he had nearly killed a Hero with a single blow. This unassuming old Tauren truly fought ruthlessly.
Dick nodded in answer, indicating that they had secured Thunderaan's prison. The Archdruid grunted in satisfaction and pointed at Executus, who was baring his teeth at Das.
"After a 'friendly' conversation, this Fire Elemental gentleman agreed to take us to Ragnaros's resting place. That is our last problem. Once we deal with him, we can focus on the War of the Shifting Sands. In these troubled times, that counts as some fairly good news."
Dick had no objection, but the Archdruid soon tossed two objects to him.
"These are little trinkets I found in this Fire Elemental gentleman's collection. We have no use for them, but my intuition tells me you should know how to use them. Dick, I can sense that these two objects concern some sort of secret. Please use them carefully."
Dick caught the two objects. The moment they touched his hands, he felt the Holy Power within him begin