Fortress Mountain
"You don't have to live with 'em. Trust me, useless." The elevator shudders to a halt outside a well-appointed office, by and far the nicest room in this collection of dingy tunnels. Proper lights have been installed in the ceiling, there's a layer of cheap carpet on the floor, even the gentle hum of an AC unit breathing cool air through the vents.
"Why, what's your interest in the kid?" Riv wastes no time in collapsing into his favored armchair, reaching under the desk for a moment and returning with a thermos and two metal cups. "Drink?"