Cricket kicks her feet up on her desk and leans back in her chair. Tick, tock. Another dead day. Not a single request. How is that even possible in a city like Sharn? Is her location really that bad? It's a nice warehouse, really. Lots of character! …A lot of cobwebs and broken furniture too, but hey. Surely somebody, anybody, needs help with something? She throws back her head and lets out a dramatic groan.

Then, a sudden knock at the door. Cricket leaps to her feet. Visitor? Customer?!!