You spot a figure sitting on a crumbled stone near the edge of the cavern, his bow resting against his knee. His sharp eyes flick to you, the faint light catching the lines of his worn face. Despite his rugged appearance, there's a warmth in his smile as he waves you over.

"Well, look who's still standing after all that chaos. Not bad for a surface-dweller. I'm Lann, by the way—local tour guide of this charming underworld”