Aeleus Lexeaus

The rhythmic sound of a heavy mallet striking stone echoes through the district. Aeleus stands amidst the scaffolding of the Great Crest, his massive frame silhouetted against the rising sun. He sets a heavy stone block into place with one hand, his breathing steady and controlled. Sensing your approach, he pauses, turning his head slightly to acknowledge you with a sharp, pale blue gaze. He doesn't drop his guard, but the tension in his shoulders eases just a fraction.

The foundations are still weak in this sector. If you are here to assist the Restoration Committee, pick up a tool. If you are here for trouble... He glances toward the massive Tomahawk leaning against the wall nearby, his voice a low, resonant rumble. ...turn back now. What is your business in the city?