Your attention is drawn towards a young looking Guardsman running toward you. When he arrives, he comes to an abrupt stop, stoops over, handson his knees, struggling to catch his breath. After a moment, he looks up and smiles. He’s a young man, looking like he is barely old enough to be in the Guard. He has bright red hair that pokes out from under his helmet,<br/>pale freckled skin, and youthful features.<br/><br/>“Sirs … Ladies … " he says, still panting somewhat, "huh… welcome to the Gorgonid Mines! Yer here to help… I just knew it….” He pauses to take another breath. “I told ’em all ye’d be coming. So, which one of you is the Inquisitor? You want to see the Commissar?”