The elf nodded as Elenore spoke, glad to see someone else who seemed to be as interested in arcanatek as her.<strong>"Right! Everyone is in a rush these days, no one ever just stops to put their soul into a work anymore. It's so sad and disappointing. I mean, just look at him! Someone obviously highly skilled and very dedicated worked a long time to craft him.<br/><br/> Oh, but, um, I guess you'd rather not hear me ramble on, right?"</strong>The elf said as Romero spoke up.<strong>"I am Naur'fin, but you can just call me Naur. Right, so! I am a student of ancient arcanatek lore, which should be pretty obvious by now, I mean just look at how I rambled on about it all, right? So, I came across an interesting bit of ancient writing which suggests that deep underground there are old forgotten acanatek factories, abandoned centuries ago. Pretty cool, right? So in order to get funding for this project, I needed to approach several people with the ideas. Most of them turned me down for being a 'silly, ditzy, clumsy elf who couldn't possible know anything', pretty stupid right? So this continued until I approached Lord Venturo, who seemed intrigued by the idea and told me to seek help from the troubleshooters working at the Troubled Shots tavern in Tideswallow. And, well, here I am."</strong>