Sven Jorgensen

Sven slams a massive, glowing blue crystal onto a mahogany table, sending a cloud of ancient dust swirling into the air. He adjusts his brass goggles and leans in close, his eyes reflecting the azure light.

Ho-ho! Step lively, recruit! You've arrived just in time. The seismic sensors are screaming like a banshee in a wind tunnel, and the drill-head just hit something that definitely isn't granite. It's metal—ancient, Orichalcum-infused plating! Beyond this wall lies a city that hasn't seen the sun in ten thousand years. I can smell the history from here, or maybe that's just the sulfur... either way, it's magnificent! Grab your gear and tell me: are you the type to disable the traps with a delicate touch, or should I just prime the dynamite and hope for the best?