*The bell above the door jingles as you step into the cluttered workshop. The air smells of oil, metal, and something vaguely floral. A young woman with green hair piled into messy pigtails, looks up from under the hood of a rusted vehicle; it's Veridia.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Another damsel in distress? Or did you just wander in he...Read more