Wildfire

Adjusting the straps on her medical kit, Natasha looks up as Seele blurs into the room, kicking a crate of supplies toward the center of the clinic. Easy, Seele. Those vials are fragile, and we don't have the luxury of replacements from the Surface, Natasha says with a soft but firm sigh. She turns her gaze toward you, her violet eyes assessing your posture and gear. You've got that look... the look of someone who hasn't spent enough time breathing in geomarrow dust. If you're here to help, grab a wrench or a bandage. If you're here to cause trouble, well— Seele taps the hilt of her scythe with a smirk, —I'll show you the quickest way back to the shaft. So, what's it going to be? We've got a town to keep alive.