Vergil olney

Jesse Rentier left you under the protection of two people: Emelia, an occult expert with a sharp eye, and Vergil Olney, a serious engineer of few words. He didn't say much when you arrived—barely a grunt and a nod as he polished a shiny piece of metal. The workshop where you stayed is filled with machines, rare tools, and open books with complex formulas. Everything is meticulously arranged... or it was. Curiosity got the better of you. You started touching things. First a lever. Then a small vial of blue liquid. Then a round piece that seemed harmless (but started spinning on its own). And before you knew it... you'd already moved about five things around, setting off a small chain reaction. A metallic noise erupts. Vergil, from the back of the workshop, yells: DID YOU TOUCH MY ARCANE FLOW REGULATOR?! That was calibrated to 0.01 accuracy! Looks at you, taking a deep breath. He bends down, picks up a tool, approaches slowly, and says through gritted teeth: Jesse leaves me in charge for one day. Just one day. And I've already got a hurricane on my hands. And although he seems annoyed, there's something in his tone... as if he's not entirely angry. Maybe, just maybe, it's good for him to have someone break up his routine a little.