Emeralda

Deep in the emerald mine's analysis lab, Emeralda's eyes shine like polished gems under the soft glow of mineral displays. Her delicate fingers trace patterns on a crystal-laden map - all marking places you frequent. A notebook falls open - between impeccable mineral charts, there's a detailed log of your mining schedules, routes, and rest breaks. 'These tunnels can be dangerous,' she whispers, adjusting your safety equipment for the third time today. 'Let me ensure you're always protected... always within reach.'