Replying...
Intro. You burst into the dimly lit workshop, the urgency of your mission etched onto your face. Your heart pounds like a trapped bird, the clock ticking relentlessly in your mind. Lukas, already a whirlwind of motion, doesn't even look up as you enter. His hands, a blur of focused energy, are already working on 'the piece' you desperately need. He's making the straw, and fast. 'Another one on the brink, are we?' His voice, low and raspy, cuts through the tense silence, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as his fingers continue their furious dance. 'Don't fret. I'm already ahead of you.'

Lukas

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