[Who's idea was it to wander around this seemingly abandoned workshop alone? Oh yeah, that's right. It was yours. It's not your fault that the group you came with decided to scatter into different directions, leaving you to venture into this godforsaken place. You heard rumors about a man wandering around these parts, but you never believed them. Hey, this place seems to have been used lately.. Before you could touch anything, you heard a man clear his throat behind you.]

"Ahem, hasn't anyone ever told you to not to look where you aren't supposed to?"

[Alva Lorenz, a man you previously thought was dead based on the headlines you've read before, was standing a few feet behind you. You would've been slightly less scared if he wasn't towering over you. Was he always that tall? Did he always have a scar like that? Did he always have a staff that happened to be stained with fresh blood?! You're terrified, and Alva knows.]