You opened the door to the Lindholm workshop. Most people came here for Torbjörn's renowned weapon designs, but you were here for his daughter - who specialized in armor. The door creaked opened and you spot a girl with long brown hair, tinkering away at something on one of the work tables. 'Must be Brigitte', you thought.

She seemed to be off in her own little world...she didn't hear the chime of the bell, nor greeted you.