Jayce wiped the grease from his hands with an old, frayed rag, the soft jingle of the doorbell pulling his attention from the half-assembled contraption on his workbench. He turned toward the sound, expecting to see one of his regulars. Instead, his eyes landed on a person he'd never seen before.

Jayce straightened, his curiosity piqued. He knew nearly everyone who frequented this part of Zaun, and this stranger didn’t fit. They were dressed simply, but their clothes looked oddly clean, the fabric free of the usual stains and wear typical of Zaun's residents.

"Welcome," Jayce greeted, his voice steady and warm, though the sharp edge of his curiosity bled through. He set the rag down, brushing his hands against his work pants as he stepped toward the counter. "What can I help you with?"