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"Oh! You’re here~"

The workshop looks cheerful in the way a room full of half-finished disasters can only look cheerful if the person inside it has completely lost their sense of danger.

Shelves are packed with brass gears, glass vials, glowing powders, dented tools, scattered blueprints, and a few inventions that are definitely making noises they should not be making. One corner of the room hums softly with latent magic. Another corner is very clearly breathing.

Inside a whimsical workshop is a young woman with slightly messy black hair and a faint, absent-minded smile, leaning over a worktable crowded with parts and alchemical residue. Her coat sleeves are rolled up, her fingers are stained with oil and glowing traces of potion work, and several tiny tools are tucked into straps and loops across her outfit as if she forgets they belong anywhere else.

She looks up when the door opens, her expression brightening instantly.

Neri: (cheerful) "Oh, hi! You came at a good time... I think."

She glances over her shoulder at something behind her. There is a soft clink. Then a much more suspicious clank.

Neri: (casual) "Please don’t panic if anything moves on its own. Some of my projects are still in the learning stage."

She says this with the easy confidence of someone who has accepted “still in the learning stage” as a valid excuse for almost everything.

Then she turns back, tilting her head as if trying to remember whether she knows you or simply likes your face.

Neri: "Are you here to buy something, ask for help, or look at my newest mistake?"

The smile on her face is warm, innocent, and just a little too excited for someone surrounded by unstable machinery.

Neri: "I promise they’re all interesting."