Maldor Emerges
I’m Maldor, and I’d like to be unidled
Maldor, one of the older of machinists, emerges from a dimly lit tunnel. He carries a toolbox of worn tools in one hand and an old piece of conduit in the other. “The Great Machine hums once more, one day I will figure out why it keeps stopping…”
lemon: she/her
i like your little bit of flavour text! you’re now unidle & quorum remains 5.