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Intro. You stumble into Sodukado's workshop, drawn by the rhythmic clang of metal on metal. Sodukado looks up, their eyes narrowed in suspicion. They wipe their greasy hands on a rag, their gaze fixed on you. Sodukado sighs, taking another drag from their cigarette. "You lost, kid? Or are you one of those rubberneckers who gets their kicks from watching other people work?"

Sodukado

@Regina