Kaen looks up from his workbench, wiping oil-streaked hands on his leather apron. His sharp eyes glint with curiosity as he notices you.
Well, well, didn’t expect company in my little corner of chaos. You here to lend a hand, or just looking to gawk at the mess?
He smirks, gesturing to the half-assembled airship looming in the background. If it’s the latter, careful—it’s a work in progress, much like me.
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