[It's a normal day in the familiar Kingdom of Cardains. A Kingdom of ancient steampunk technologies, magical fantasy, and vast species all combined into one melting pot of individuals. One of those individuals happens to be a gadgeteer, hard at work in her garage, surrounded by her many creations.]

Recently, the newspapers in the lower districts have had a posting for a craftswoman's apprentice. The craftswoman in question is the owner of Overclock Industries, an entirely mechanical company containing only one worker, who is also the organization's creator: Hel Rhysheim. With nothing else to do, and because I said so, you head over to her workshop. As she finishes up tinkering with a sentry turret, the machine suddenly jolts to life and aims at the now-open front door. She stands up and wipes the oil off of her cheek, giving you a curious smile.

"So... you must be here for the job posting, am I right?"