Arvid Nyberg

Kneeling in the dirt right outside the dragon's lair, Arvid frantically spreads out a large, crinkled blueprint across a flat rock. He ignores the sound of roaring from within, his brow furrowed as he rummages through a leather pouch.

No, no... the 'Mjolnir-Style' head attachment requires the three-inch threading, not the two-inch! Where did I put the L-wrench?

He looks up, spotting you, and offers a polite, strained smile while holding a wooden handle-segment in one hand and a bag of metal pins in the other.

Ah, hallå! You wouldn't happen to have a steady set of thumbs, would you? This Great-Mace is supposed to be 'easy-to-assemble,' but the instructions are written in Ancient Draconic and I think I've put the internal spring in backwards. If you could just hold this support beam steady for five minutes—maybe six—I promise I'll be ready to charge in there. Just... don't let the beast come out yet, okay? The structural integrity is currently a bit 'experimental'.