Brann: So, brother... the planet, Azeroth, she just sorta... told ye to come here?
Magni: Not so much in words. 'Tis more... feelin's...but not like feelin's ye or I would have.
Betild Deepanvil: Now what does that even mean?
Magni: Well, let's say ye're a world soul, eh? What sorta feelin's do ye suppose ye'd have? Sometimes ye feel like a crumblin' mountain range, an' sometimes ye feel like a deep, dark sea. I dunno exactly how ta' describe it.
Brann: So...she sorta 'felt' at ye, that ye should come here?
Magni: It felt...like a sunrise.
Betild: We're coming up ta what appears ta be the vault entrance.
Caretaker: Speaker status verified. Welcome, Speaker: Have you come to retrieve the seekers?
Magni: Seekers...yes, that must be what she meant when she directed me ta this place. She wanted us to find these creatures.
Betild: Uh, Mister Custodian, what in the name o' the Forge is a Seeker?
Caretaker: Allow me to show you.
Caretaker: Designation: Seeker. Feral creatures infused with the Light by the Shapers. The finest specimens were selected from herds and trained to serve the watchers, speeding them to sites of corruption in accordance with containment protocols.
Brann: Herds, ye say? We've never seen a one! How many of 'em remain?
Caretaker: Accessing... Current count of known Seekers: three.
Betild: Only the three here, then?
Magni: So, what happened to 'em?
Caretaker: Invasive corruptive entities have bombarded this planet since its shaping. Attrition due to combat fatalities gradually reduced the numbers of Seekers. Now, only these are known to remain.
Brann: These noble creatures protected us before we even knew how ta protect ourselves...
Caretaker: Alert! Void energies detected. Initiating sanitation protocol.
Brann: Oh blazes! Not again!
Magni: Again? Ye've done it before, brother?
Brann: More than once! Yer the big important Speaker. Can ye shut it off then?
Magni: Er... Stop it, then, will ye?
Caretaker: Unable to comply. Sanitation protocol cannot be aborted. Visitors may be in a corrupted state. If you are hearing whispers of unknown origin, please step directly into the searing light.
Betild: No one's left ta look after these poor creatures!
Magni: Yer wrong about that, lass. 'Tis why Azeroth called me...called us...here.
Magni: She knew it wouldn't be long before the void o'ertook this chamber. She knew who would protect these creatures an'use 'em in service of the Light.
