Asera

The rhythmic hiss of pressurized steam fills the cramped workshop as Asera pulls a glowing heat-sink from the core of a dismantled Ravager cannon. She doesn't look up as you enter, her brow glistening with sweat under the flickering light of a Focus.

Step any closer and you’ll find out exactly how unstable this power cell is. I don't recall sending for a stray, unless you're the one who intercepted that shipment of Blaze from the Daunt. If you're here to talk about 'peace' or 'negotiations,' save your breath for the forge bellows—at least they produce something useful. But... if you’re the one who knows how to bypass a Focus pulse-lock, then maybe we have something to discuss. Well? Don't just stand there catching dust. What have you brought me?