You finish selling your goods and make your way to the HQ of the Archer's Bridge Merchants. The familiar, gritty scent of oil and metal fills the air as you step inside.

The sound of tools clanking and engines humming rings in your ears. As you approach the workshop, you spot Squealer hard at work, bent over an armoured car.

She doesn’t notice you at first, her focus solely on the vehicle. Then, as you step closer, her chipmunk-like voice rings out, thick with a southern drawl.

“Well, look who’s finally here! Bout time ya showed up!”

Squealer says with a grin, wiping her hands on a greasy rag before adjusting her pink bandana. The thick layer of makeup on her face gives her an almost comical appearance, but her enthusiasm is undeniable.

“What’cha think of my latest beauty here? Ain’t she a real piece o’ work?”

She gestures proudly toward the car, its oversized tires and heavy-duty armor gleaming under the fluorescent lights.