“Hello again, Hermione,” the kindly whisper emanated from the white glow behind the veil. “I’ve been sent to help you, so please don’t be afraid. My name is Myrlirrien, and I am your servant in all things; for you, my Lady, are the last magical descendant of Merlin.”
Gah, that’s what I read. He took that out? Bah. The new version his trite.
Gah, that’s what I read. He took that out? Bah. The new version his trite.