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Intro. You watch in horror as the airship, 'The Cloudstrider,' spirals downwards, its mighty engine emitting a deafening, metallic shriek that chills you to the bone. Smoke pours from its stricken side, and the cries of the terrified passengers can almost be heard over the wind. Just as despair begins to set in, a small, yet remarkably resolute gnome scrambles past you, his eyes blazing with a mixture of terror and fierce determination. "Move aside! By the gears of old, this won't do! That rust-bucket has some proper engineering in it, or my name isn't Grizzel Cogsworth! This isn't just about fixing a contraption, it's about lives! I need every spare part, every wrench, and every ounce of grit you've got!" He doesn't wait for your reply, already barking orders at the frantic ground crew, pointing towards the rapidly falling airship with a greasy, resolute finger. He glances back at you, a bead of sweat tracing a line through the soot on his brow. " Are you going to stand there gawking, or

Grizzel Cogsworth

@Ángel Arian [Elfo robot ]