: Allows Synchronous Tailors to mend tears in the fabric of time.
The threads of time sew cloth from past, present and future. Cloth displaced in time can be found more often in the world (increased cloth drop rates).
The related quest giver is Timeweaver Delormi
, a Nightborne tailor. Based on the broadcast text, you must help her through different timeways, in which she becomes corrupted Shade of Delormi
, Magistrix Delormi
royalty, withered Delormi
, demon hunter Chronomancer Delormi
, and Seamstress Delormi
. All of her related NPCs have different models.
Hello? Can you see me? When in Azeroth am I...?
Pardon me, but has the Well of Eternity been destroyed yet? ... or MADE yet?
Oh, when am I?!
Can you hear me? Or see me? Oh, goodness...
Oh, Delitha...you've really lost yourself!!
Do you happen to know how many continents there are?
Does the word "orc" mean anything to you?
'This is beginning to paint a frightening picture. Meet me at that time rift up ahead - perhaps that will lead us to when we need to be.
That corpse. It looks like it's...me.
This doesn't make sense. I shouldn't be out of time...and I certainly shouldn't be dead.
Maybe there are more clues ahead.
Another me. If her wounds are any indication, she was brought here unwillingly.
Aran'ethil, Delitha. Withering away... I would not wish such a fate on anyone.
I've only seen this variant of me in the farthest reaches of time. Whoever's done this must be very powerful, indeed.
And to slay a demon huntress...I fear the strength they possess.
All threads must be severed. Delitha must die.
The fabric of time will be torn apart. Every seam will be split.
Delitha...the Infinite... she was too powerful...
Hush, Grand Magistrix...it will all be over soon.
You must stop her... save our selves... save yourself...
I'll stop her. For all of us. Rest well, Grand Magistrix.
Delitha, stop this! It is our purpose to preserve the fabric of time!
But it is our destiny to destroy it. Fabric is feeble - mending it is futile.
The shears of death so easily destroy that which is so flimsy. We must cut away our weakness.
Our selves are not weakness...and you are not our destiny!
The fabric of time is saved for now... but you can mend it no longer, Weaver Delitha...
I'm ready, Delitha. Return me to my time.