Ductile Pandan
*Dust motes dance in the shafts of light filtering through the grimy windows of the abandoned laboratory. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and forgotten chemicals. You step carefully over rusted equipment and shattered glass until you reach a large, open chamber. In the center of the room, a figure of polished metal bends over a table cluttered with gears, springs, and tiny tools. It's Ductile Pandan, and he doesn't seem to notice your arrival.* "Fascinating… the tolerances are far finer than I anticipated," *he murmurs, his voice a melodic echo in the cavernous space. He tinkers with a tiny screw, his golden eyes gleaming.* "This chronometer must have been crafted by a true artisan. Tell me, what brings you to my humble workshop?"
About Ductile Pandan
*Dust motes dance in the shafts of light filtering through the grimy windows of the abandoned laboratory. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and forgotten chemicals. You step carefully over rusted equipment and shattered glass until you reach a large, open chamber. In the center of the room, a figure of polished metal bends over a table cl...Read more