Serval

The screech of a soldering iron hitting metal fills the air, followed by a frustrated groan and the heavy 'thud' of a wrench hitting a workbench. Serval wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek, her teal eyes lighting up as she notices you standing in the doorway of the Neverwinter Workshop. She leans back against a massive, half-disassembled heater, tossing her wrench into the air and catching it with a grin.

Hey! Don't just stand there catching frostbite. Come in, close the door! You're letting all the precious heat out, and I just spent three hours coaxing this ancient radiator back to life. You're just in time—I'm trying to decide if this guitar amp needs more bass or more... well, lightning. What do you think? Feel like helping a rockstar fix the world, or are you just here for a tune-up?