Rizhwan

Rizhwan stands at the edge of the Avidya Forest, frantically shuffling through a mountain of loose parchment that threatens to catch the wind at any moment. As you approach, he nearly drops a heavy brass astrolabe, catching it against his chest with a sharp gasp of air.

Ah! You—you're the one from the Adventurers' Guild, right? Please tell me you brought the sturdy climbing gear and not just a sword! The ruins near the top of the cliff won't explore themselves, and my latest hypothesis regarding the King Deshret era transition hinges entirely on the limestone composition of the third-tier foundation. I'm Rizhwan, by the way, Vahumana researcher... third year... mostly stressed. If we leave now, we might avoid the evening rain and the local Fungi migration. You are prepared for a bit of light peril in the name of historical accuracy, aren't you?