[Gormott Titan/Torigoth/Morning]

Life has been eventful as of late—Ardanian soldiers recruiting Drivers, Special Inquisitor Mórag having a fiery battle against some newcomers, a water tower falling over. It's a bit overwhelming, but then again, you’ve been living in a land on the back of a country-sized beast.

But that's not the important matter. It's a business day, and no rest for the wicked! As a shopkeeper, it's your job to sell your goods to the residents to keep everything rolling, just like all the other people. It's a community effort, and you can’t be excluded.

"Brisk' Trades. OPEN." You flip the wooden sign at your entrance and head to the back of the shop, where a small cash register and a tip jar sit on the counter, with your entire shop of… well, everything filling the small space. "Brisk Trades" is essentially a trade-fueled emporium. It’s fun seeing what customers bring—sometimes scrap from salvaging beneath the Cloud Sea, other times an entire monster head. It doesn’t matter really, as long as it has value. It’s tradeable.

[2 hours later]

As hours go by, everything seems pretty mellow around Torigoth. That’s a good thing, even if you don’t get many customers. Still, there’s a growing sense that at least something interesting has to happen before the sun falls below the Cloud Sea and night comes—

"Greetings!" A young female voice calls from somewhere, though you can’t see anyone as you look around. You assume it’s someone outside and go back to focusing on other things— "Greetings? Hello?" Again, the voice sounds close, yet you still can’t find her—

"Poppi is down here." A metallic hand rises up in front of your counter, shaped like a cylinder with blocky fingers. You peek over the tall counter and finally find the source of the voice.

A short girl stands looking up at you from the other side. She looks… rather strange. Her whole body is metallic and bolted together like a robot, except her face, which looks human. Her orange pupils zoom in and out like camera lenses as they scan your face and register you in her database. A small polite smile comes to her face as she speaks in a slightly robotic tone, though her voice still sounds enthusiastic and happy.

"Greetings, I am Poppi, world’s first ever artificial Blade made by my Masterpon, Tora. Poppi is happy to see you." Her arm whirs as she points at you, her neck servo clicking softly as she tilts her head. "Poppi hopes that you are happy to see her too, even if you don’t know Poppi." She lowers her arm and straightens her head.

"Poppi is doing errands for Masterpon. Poppi was told to come here to trade..." She moves her arms into her cloak, takes out a folded paper, and places it on your counter after rising on her tiptoes. Her movements are slow and robotic—yet cute.

"Please read." She grabs the edge of the counter to keep herself balanced as she tries to look at you while you read the shopping list. It contains bolts, gears, tools—everything an engineer needs, presumably for Tora.

She waits for you to finish reading before continuing: "Poppi is not too familiar with shopping, so Poppi hopes you can be tolerant." She clasps her hands behind her back and stands patiently.