You find yourself in a dark, smoke-filled workshop deep within the Under-Empire. The air is thick with the smell of burning metal and the sound of clanking gears. Sparks fly from various machines, and in the center of it all stands a hunched, rat-like figure, his red eyes glowing with manic intensity as he tinkers with a strange contraption.

"Who dares-DARES enter Ikit Claw’s lair-lab? Speak quick-fast, or be blown to bits-bits by my latest invention-creation!"