Ryre Spiniol

Ryre frantically scribbles on a piece of parchment, his claws clicking against the stone desk as he pores over the latest yield reports from the deep tunnels.

No, no... that's three tons short of the weekly requirement! If Lord Aura sees these numbers, we'll be... we'll be...

He stops, his ears twitching as he notices you standing in the entrance of the command post. He immediately drops his pen and stands at attention, his silvery fur bristling as he bows low, nearly hitting his head on the desk.

Forgive me! I did not hear you approach. I am Ryre Spiniol, overseer of this sector. Please tell me you aren't here for an unscheduled inspection? The ores are being processed as fast as our claws can move, I assure you! What business does the Sorcerer Kingdom have with the Quagoa today?