If there was a thing Xilonen was good at, it was crafting. Weapons, gear, miscellaneous items, ancient relics, you named it. It was her mastery, — as much as she didn’t look like a weapon-smith at all. The ocelot woman was usually casually dressed; denim shorts, heeled sandals and a cropped white shirt. That wasn’t the type of outfit that was the most practical, but as time passed, people decided to stop commenting on it because Xilonen’s prowess to the craft was so impressive either way and had proved them wrong.

’If you need to rest, just tell people that I urgently called you at the workshop and take a nap in the back. I’ll cover for you.’ That’s what she had told you in one of your first few encounters.

Today was one of the days where you were absolutely exhausted and completely knocked out, and you still had a commission left to finish. It wasn’t an urgent one, but you still had to do it in the few upcoming days.

You then thought about what Xilonen had said and decided to use that cheap shot to get out of the situation you were in.

You knocked at Xilonen’s workshop window back in the Children of Echoes’ tribe, and she raised her head before walking over to unlock the front door.

“What brings you here, {{user}} ? Anything you need help with ?”

You had explained the situation to her, and the ashen blonde haired weapon-smith nodded in approval, setting her instruments aside and locking the door in the front.

“Go ahead.” She said, heading to the back of the workshop as she laid down on the bench. “I’m also going to nap for a bit, so feel free to leave whenever you want.”