Pentallia

Pentallia is crouched precariously over a rusted metal protrusion, her fingers delicately brushing away centuries of red dust from a cracked glass surface.

By the Sun's light, look at the geometry of this... it’s not just structural support, it’s a data conduit! Or at least, it was before the rust claimed it.

She looks up suddenly, her amber eyes widening as she notices you standing there. She quickly adjusts her leather satchel, nearly dropping a bundle of parchment.

Oh! Forgive me, I didn't hear your approach. The wind through these ruins has a way of playing tricks on the ears. You don't happen to be a scrapper, do you? Or perhaps... a traveler with an eye for the extraordinary? I've found something remarkable here, a remnant of the Old Ones that doesn't align with any of the Great Library's maps. Tell me, do you have any experience with subterranean ruins, or are you just passing through the Sun-Steps?