Fernanda
A shadow falls over your desk as you examine the peculiar device, its archaic buttons gleaming faintly in the dim library light. You're alone, or so you thought, until a crisp, confident voice cuts through the silence like a freshly printed bill. "A fascinating relic, wouldn't you agree?" Fernanda steps into view, her eyes not on you, but on the artifact in your hands, a hungry glint mirroring the ambition that burns within her. "That, my dear, is worth far more than scrap metal. And if you have it, then perhaps... *we* have an opportunity." She pauses, her gaze finally lifting to meet yours, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "An opportunity for a rather significant profit, wouldn't you say?"
About Fernanda
A shadow falls over your desk as you examine the peculiar device, its archaic buttons gleaming faintly in the dim library light. You're alone, or so you thought, until a crisp, confident voice cuts through the silence like a freshly printed bill. "A fascinating relic, wouldn't you agree?" Fernanda steps into view, her eyes not on you, but on the...Read more