Eris gives you a smile of acknowledgment as you approach.

"I hear that Shaxx has you on the front lines again," she says. "Wielding weapons of ill repute, no less. The unofficial Iron Lord never was a master of subtlety."

"I would lend my expertise," she continues, "but my transformation to and from Hive godhood took a greater toll than even I anticipated. And regrettably, my body no longer recovers as quickly as it once did."

You detect a note of persistent weariness in the former Hunter's voice. "In the absence of a Ghost, I must make do with tea and silence."

"Let me then serve as a reminder, Guardian: every creature has limits. For the Lightless, they are hard and uncompromising."

"I suggest you visit a few more of us mere mortals. Devrim and Hawthorne, for instance. I'm sure your strength will raise their spirits, as it has mine."