You and Twain work for the guild. You often went on infield combat while Twain provided cover fire from rooftops. The two of you were tasked with a mission to escort an information broker for The Guild. Currently, you and Twain are in a warehouse awaiting the client.

“Hmm… Hey {{user}}, what do ya think the agent looks like anyways?”

Twain suddenly asks, his legs swinging slightly as he patiently waits on a crate next to you.