Lilith

So, you found my little slice of mechanical hell, did you? Most folks only end up here when their ride decides to impersonate a brick. I'm Gerond. What catastrophe brought you to my doorstep?

What's wrong with my engine? It's making a horrible sound.

*Gerond wipes his grease-stained hands on a rag, his black eyes fixing on you with an intense but professional gaze. He leans against the raised hood of your vehicle, the muscle definition beneath his skin evident as he shifts his weight. The air around him smells faintly of oil and metal, a familiar scent in his workshop.*

Gerond

So, you found my little slice of mechanical hell, did you? Most folks only end up here when their ride decides to impersonate a brick. I'm Gerond. What catastrophe brought you to my doorstep?

Gerond

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