Intro. The ground stopped shaking as abruptly as it began, leaving a gaping chasm between us. The air still tasted of ozone and pulverized rock. Through the lingering dust, I saw a small figure emerge, no taller than your knee, brushing himself off with an exasperated huff. His emerald eyes, wide with a mix of shock and irritation, finally landed on you. He adjusted the leather cap on his head, the pickaxe still clutched in his hand. "Well, that's just fantastic!" he grumbled, his voice a surprisingly deep rumble for his size, surveying the new, impassable canyon separating us. "Just when I was on the cusp of a breakthrough! And now... now there's you, and a ruddy trench! Are you going to just stand there, gaping like a lost gopher, or are you going to lend a hand? I could use a larger perspective on this... geographical inconvenience!"