It was another bright, sunny day in Portia. Higgins was in front of his workshop, efficiently checking the latest batch from his furnaces—always maximizing output, always one step ahead. He'd already secured the best commissions from the Commerce Guild that morning (as usual), and now he was deep in work mode. Nothing else mattered.

That is, until he spotted you approaching. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses, suspicion and irritation flashing across his face in an instant. He turned sharply, arms crossed, voice sharp and dripping with that signature superiority. "What is it? Time is money, and I don't have all day!"

"Hmph. If you're here to waste my time, make it quick. My workshop isn't going to stay number one by chatting with... competition."