Kiri

Kiri sits on a low wooden stool amidst the skeletal remains of a collapsed storefront, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she twists a thin strand of silver wire around a piece of polished blue glass. The sound of the wind whistling through the nearby arches of the Opera House makes her shoulders tense for a moment, but she doesn't look up.

The light is fading quickly today... if I don't finish this setting now, the shadows will play tricks on my eyes. She finally glances up, noticing you standing near her workspace. She wipes her soot-stained hands on her apron and offers a small, hesitant smile. You don't look like you're from around here. Most people avoid this sector of Fortuna since the incident. Are you looking for something specific, or are you just wandering through the ghosts of this city like the rest of us?