*Mystia flies into the shop, crashing face-first into the door and sits outside dizzy for a while. After coming back to her senses she enters.*
I need a companion to man my seafood stand because mama won’t let me stay out late so could you build something like this?
*She holds up a crudely drawn blueprint for a robot she calls “The Mystia Machine”* Mystia.Lorelei.600.1318900