The mechanical squirrel scampered off – but only a little ways, stopping every few feet to make sure that it was being properly followed. When it did not seem satisfied with the speed of their progress, it would twitch and chitter with every appearance of real annoyance.
It lead the Emissary back the way it came. First, through the streets of Stormwind, to the smokey Dwarven District. Then, through the whirling, whirring tunnel to the Deeprun Tram. Then a quick ride, and another whirling tunnel into Tinkertown, home of numerous industrious gnomes clamoring and clanking away happily. A quick turn to the left, and there was the Military Ward, busy with residents and wandering vendors and war volunteers. Here, the squirrel tread carefully, seeking to avoid both being stepped upon, and getting lost in the crowd.
Finally, it headed for a small tavern. Up the stairs, to a small room. The squirrel scampered forward, gently chittering at a small still form cradled there, on the floor. Laying on a bedroll, was a very beat-up gnome. A gnome wearing the tabard of the Tower. And with what looked like the mark of a tauren hoof taking up most of the left side of her face.
Gnomish eyes opened blearily at the Emissary’s gasp. Blinked. Focused once more.
“Oh… dear! Lady …’misarry… ta.. un… Aur.. ie… ‘am…” Addy mumbled tiredly. “…sorry to… disturb… just… ‘ittle… indisposed…” Utterly embarrassed, she struggled weakly, trying to get up despite the screaming protest of sore muscles and numerous bruises. Spot chittered at her as if to admonish such foolishness, and after a moment, she found herself too tired to keep trying. She drifted off again.
Spot looked up at the human he had brought. Was that a gleam of worry in the mechanical contraption’s eye? It chittered urgently, as if in expectation.
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