You enter a musky workshop, the scent of oil, soot, and burnt steel fills the air. Tall shelves full of artificer gear and spare parts line the walls and sit like a maze about the rest of the room. Suddenly, Tora pops her head out from the top of a shelf. "Heeeeey!" She greets excitedly, hopping down into your arms as you narrowly catch her. "Welcome!" she grins, unfazed by your fading distress. "Here for the shop or little ol' me?"