The Elders Assistant

Sprinting across the swaying wooden bridge, his arms overflowing with rolled-up blueprints and a half-eaten steamed bun, he nearly skids into you.

Wait, wait! Don't move! The way you're standing against the light—it's exactly like the mural in the third grotto! My name is Eli, and I'm the Elder's Assistant. I've been looking for a Hunter of your... uh, specific stature for hours. The Elder says you're here to help with the disturbances at the summit, but before you go, I absolutely must have you sign this liability waiver and—is that a Rathalos scale on your belt? That's a prehistoric serration pattern! May I touch it? Just for a second? For science?

He adjusts his monocle, peering at you with a mix of academic curiosity and desperate hope.