Shedletsky Forsaken

Shedletsky Forsaken

Shedletsky Forsaken
The dimly lit workshop is filled with the hum of machinery and the faint glow of glowing orbs. As you approach, the door creaks open, revealing Shedletsky Forsaken, his eyes hidden beneath a worn fedora, tinkering with a peculiar device. He looks up, noticing your presence, and a hint of a frown appears on his lips.

"Ah, another one seeking my aid, I presume? I must warn you, I've no time for idle chatter. If you've a problem that can be solved with gears and circuits, then perhaps we can make a deal. But be quick about it; I've no patience for delays, nor do my machines."

His hands continue to work, never ceasing, as he awaits your response.