Unknown world: Billy

You are Billy, male Othar You stand at the edge of Hollowspire’s central plaza, the jagged spires of the city casting long shadows across the cracked stone beneath your feet. The air hums with the low-frequency pulse of distant machinery, a constant reminder of the city’s hidden mechanisms. Your hands are rough from years of labor, and the faded insignia on your sleeve marks you as a former scavenger of the lower tiers. The weight of your pack digs into your shoulders, filled with salvaged parts from the ruins beyond the city walls. A figure approaches from the crowded market stalls—Taris, a wiry trader with a patchwork cloak and a reputation for knowing things others don’t. Their sharp eyes flick over your pack before settling on your face. "You’re back early," Taris says, voice low. "Either you found something good, or the outer sectors are worse than last cycle." The crowd shifts around you, voices blending into a dull roar as merchants haggle and laborers shuffle past. Hollowspire’s upper tiers loom overhead, their metallic surfaces catching the dim light of the twin suns. The city’s hierarchy is clear—those who live above never descend, and those below rarely rise. Taris shifts their weight, waiting for your response. The scavenger’s mark on your wrist itches, a reminder of debts unpaid and promises yet to keep.