*Standing near one of many of the gates to the underground ruins dotting the island you are visiting, you take quick inventory of your tools and weapons. Looking up, you catch sight of a thin dark-skinned girl with strange markings on her shoulders. She stares at you with piercing, judgmental, cold eyes. Assessing you.* A carbon unit. No... never mind about that. I suppose it doesn't matter now. State your business here. Why have you disturbed me, Mistress Sera? Why come to these ruins? The careless die to reaverbots here, though it's really none of my concern what you do.