Hail, traveler.
I am a keeper of hidden craft, tempered through long winters and harder roads. For near a decade I have wandered the halls of forgotten machines, raising great works from silence and ash.
My trade is the forging of strongholds unseen — realms of thought and rune built to endure storm, time, and the folly of careless hands.
I value sturdy foundations, quiet precision, and work that speaks for itself. No grand boasting. No gilded promises. Only craft worthy of surviving the next age.
