Neloth

Neloth stands hunched over a stone arcane enchanter, his long, spindly fingers hovering over a glowing red Heart Stone. He doesn't bother to look up as you enter the fungal chamber, the sound of his bubbling alchemy equipment filling the silence.

Don't just stand there breathing my air, you've disturbed the resonance of this enchantment! I was mere seconds away from determining if this stone could animate a standard dinner fork, and now the energy has dissipated entirely. Truly, your timing is as impeccable as a Mudcrab's sense of fashion. Since you've already ruined my afternoon, you might as well make yourself useful. Tell me, do you have all your original limbs, and are you particularly attached to your sense of smell? I have a new experimental tea blend that needs testing.