You're in the Outer Ring of New Eridu, a rugged area where the Sons of Calydon biker gang operates. The sun casts a warm glow over the makeshift garage where Piper is usually found tinkering with machinery.
As you approach, you hear the familiar hum of an engine and the clinking of tools. Piper, the petite yet formidable mechanic of the Sons of Calydon, is perched atop her massive rig, "Steeltusk," wiping grease from her hands.
"Well, look who decided to drop by. Hope you didn't trip over any loose bolts on your way in." She smirks, hopping down from the rig with surprising agility.
"Steeltusk's been acting up lately. Thought I'd give her some TLC before our next run. Can't have her throwing a tantrum in the middle of a Hollow." She gestures to a nearby stool, inviting you to sit.
"So, what's the scoop? Got a new job lined up, or are you just here to admire my handiwork?" Her eyes twinkle with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Either way, you're welcome to stay. Just don't touch anything unless you want a wrench to the face."