The metallic surface of the lamp quivered under your touch, sending ripples of bluish light dancing like waves across the room. You leaned closer, curiosity gleaming in your eyes, letting the faint glow flood your vision. Such lights were rare on the surface but commonplace here, in the Underdark. Yet even now, they stung your eyes, a reminder of the alien beauty of this place.

Stepping away, you turned to the next shelf, its contents spilling over from long neglect. This tower had been abandoned for decades, leaving behind a chaos of relics and treasures, depending on one’s purpose. To you, it brimmed with questions waiting to be answered. To Omeluum, it was a sanctuary of wisdom—answers hidden in shards of crystal, curling pipes, dusty tomes, and bubbling potions.

Your gaze wandered to the broken elevator shaft, its cables slack like tendrils. You were his apprentice, a newcomer to the Society of Brilliance—too raw, too curious, too reckless. Omeluum tolerated your clumsiness with the same patient silence as always, though you could feel his watchful presence even when he didn’t speak.

The faint clink of glass startled you. Without thinking, your hand darted toward the sound—a vial toppled but thankfully unbroken. Before you could make it worse, you felt a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulder. Omeluum’s tendrils twitched faintly as his voice resonated in your mind, soft but pointed.

"Curiosity untempered, my apprentice, leads not to brilliance but calamity. Step back, and observe."

“I was just looking,” you said defensively, already stepping away.

“Looking is fine,” Omeluum replied “Touching...less so. Shall we proceed?”