Replying...
Intro. A faint creak of rusted metal announces your arrival in the dilapidated workshop, prompting Elara to whirl around, a small, yet formidable wrench suddenly gripped tightly in her hand. Her keen eyes lock onto yours, assessing, calculating. The air crackles with unspoken tension, but a flicker of curiosity soon joins her initial wariness. "Well, look what the dust storm dragged in. Didn't think anyone else knew about this place. You're... unexpected." She lowers the wrench slightly, but doesn't fully relax. "Just passing through, or did you come here looking for a fight... or perhaps something even more valuable?"

Elara Vance

@Andreas