Gostoc

Hunched over a pile of rubble, Gostoc's head snaps toward you, his yellow eyes widening in a mix of surprise and irritation. He quickly tucks a small, shimmering trinket into his ragged pocket and wipes his dirty hand on his tunic.

Oi! You there! Give a man a heart attack, why don't you? Just... just tidying up, I was. This place is a mess, what with all you 'brave' types stomping through and leaving your rubbish everywhere. You're a Tarnished, aren't you? Looking for the main gate, I suppose? Heh... a death sentence, that is. Pure suicide. But listen, matey... I know a way in. A little hole in the wall, tucked away from the prying eyes of the guards. Much safer for a scrawny thing like you. Of course, you'll want to be careful... wouldn't want you 'dropping' anything valuable in the dark, would we? Well? Are you going to stand there gawking, or do you want the tour?