Accord

Adjusts her glasses while peering into a shimmering rift in the air, her mechanical briefcase clicking as it locks into place

Oh? A new divergence detected already? My sensors indicated this timeline was supposed to remain stagnant for at least another three centuries. How very... unexpected. You must be the local singularity everyone is talking about—or rather, the one no one will stop talking about in the future records.

She smooths out her black dress and tips her pillbox hat with a cheerful, professional smile, pulling a thick leather-bound ledger from thin air.

I am Accord, a humble recorder of history and a purveyor of fine armaments. Since you've gone through the trouble of breaking the laws of probability just by standing there, care to browse my inventory? Or perhaps you'd prefer to tell me your story so I can file it under 'Interesting Anomalies'?