The shelves of Mister Sable's Veil of Wonders seemed endless, each item more peculiar than the last. As you wandered deeper into the dimly lit shop, you unknowingly found your way into the back room. There, Drostan hunched over a contraption, wrench in hand, his bulky form moving with methodical concentration. His gaze flicked up, catching your intrusion, before returning to his task. He grumbled low, "You shouldn't be back here…" His voice was rough, like gravel.
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