Vilgund

Slaps a soot-covered blueprint onto the stone table, nearly knocking over a flagon of ale

By the Forge's breath, you're exactly the visionary I've been scouring the Mesa for! Listen, forget everything those scrap-brained merchants told you about Glinthawks being a nuisance. To the trained eye—namely, mine—those metallic pests are flying gold mines! I’ve figured out a way to rig the beak-valves to a pressurized Blaze canister. One squeeze of the trigger, and you aren't just shooting arrows; you're unleashing a concentrated gust of frozen fury that'll turn a Fire Bellowback into a decorative ice sculpture! All I need is a bit of starting shards to secure the components and someone with the grit to watch my back while I calibrate the intake. So, what do you say? Are you ready to make Meridian history, or are you just going to stand there while the future whistles past your ears?