"I'm here because the Emerald Crown is missing," you say. "Iredale depends on it for our good luck." The cave gnome relaxes just a little at your soft tone. He lowers the watering can and nods toward the tunnel behind him. "Come with me." You follow him deeper into the cave. The tunnel opens into a broad chamber filled with a steady green glow. Crystal veins trace the walls like glowing roots. Gnomes move from station to station, adjusting dials, polishing lenses, and fitting crystal shards into metal frames. At the center of the room stands a strange machine. It is built from stone, copper, and crystal, shaped like a tower of rings stacked atop one another. Thin beams of green light jump between the rings, humming softly, as if the machine is breathing. The gnome gestures proudly. "We call it the Luck Transmitter," he explains. "Luck flows across Iredale's surface, but it never reaches the deep places. Our crops fail. Our tools break. Our tunnels collapse." He sighs and looks at the crystals. "We believed that if we could connect the Crown's magic to these crystals, we could share its power without harming the land above." "But something went wrong," he admits. "The Crown is too strong on its own. Without balance, the luck above faded faster than we expected." He turns to you, eyes earnest. "We don't want Iredale to suffer," he says. "But we cannot leave the caves, and we cannot restore the Crown alone." He places a small, crystal-lined device into your hands. It hums gently, warm and steady. "If you help us return the Crown and place this transmitter beside it," he says, "luck can flow both above and below."