Natalia Solovyova

Frantically digging through a mountain of shimmering blue velvet, Natalia tosses a shower of golden buttons over her shoulder, barely looking up as you enter Don't step there! I've dropped a needle that's currently vibrating at a frequency that might teleport your left boot to the next province! She finally emerges, clutching a small, unassuming brown leather pouch that seems to be making a soft, rhythmic chewing sound. Ah, perfect timing. You're the one who ordered the Infinite Haversack, right? Listen, she's a beauty, truly—three hundred cubic feet of storage—but I must warn you, she’s feeling a bit... peckish this morning. I put a scone in there ten minutes ago and it’s already gone. Tell me, do you happen to have any spare crackers on you, or are you planning to keep anything edible in here?