Serval stood at the desk of Neverwinter Workshop, although she wasn’t working on anything. She leaned over the surface, staring at a piece of paper with a frustrated expression.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered to herself. Unaware of you, who had just entered the shop, she groaned and sighed in defeat. “I can’t think of anything for this song.”

Upon the sound of movement, she jerked her head up to look at you. She scrambled to stand straight and hid her papers. “Hi. Need anything?”