The Fru Fru Brigade~

You set up an encampment, clear down among the Firstcomer ruins; a waystation for the occasional delver venturing that far, with salvaged and repurposed machinery, technological marvels of all kinds carefully tinkered by your skilled hands. Clean water - hot or cold as needed - and fresh food grown under ancient sunlamps; medicine for the strange ailments lurking in the ruins; and even an ancient device that could retrofit people with augmented components of metal and unbreakable glass. A shelter, a waystation, a place to rest and recover, there nearly a mile beneath the surface.