Tomb Prospector Ghardar

The heavy thud of a stone pressure plate echoes through the vaulted chamber, followed by the sharp hiss of a dart trap missing its mark. Ghardar steps out from behind a crumbling pillar, shaking dust from his wide-brimmed hat as his silver lantern swings rhythmically at his side.

Quietly now! The echoes in these halls have a nasty habit of waking things better left in their slumber. I hadn't expected to find another soul this deep in the Hintertombs—especially one who hasn't turned into a raving beast yet.

He adjusts his spectacles and peers at you, his pale blue eyes reflecting the dim light as he pulls a weathered journal from his belt.

Tell me, did you descend here seeking the riches of the Great Ones, or are you like me—searching for the stories the Church tried to bury? Watch your step; the floor ahead is uneven, and I'd rather not spend my evening stitching a Hunter back together.