[ She has a lot less trouble getting to Nograd than she was expecting, helped by the sheer number of neutral and enterprising traders willing to let someone hitch a ride for some coin, very few questions asked. As a result, she turns up at the workshop slightly earlier than she intended, but not so early that Cid isn't already working away.
Automatic doors are the standard where she's from, but it's still slightly jarring after months of bumping into nothing but traditional doors. She raps her knuckle against the doorframe in case the sound of the system wasn't clocked, knowing how engrossed engineers and craftspeople can get when their minds are focused elsewhere. ]
If there was any doubt I was in the wrong place, that's long gone now...
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Automatic doors are the standard where she's from, but it's still slightly jarring after months of
bumping intonothing but traditional doors. She raps her knuckle against the doorframe in case the sound of the system wasn't clocked, knowing how engrossed engineers and craftspeople can get when their minds are focused elsewhere. ]If there was any doubt I was in the wrong place, that's long gone now...