The next day, Tatehan, Riven, and Lyra found themselves in Torvan's workplace, a sprawling, cluttered space that somehow managed to feel both chaotic and meticulously organized at the same time.
The air smelled of solder and machine oil, and the faint hum of fabrication equipment filled the background.
Tools hung from racks on the walls, half-assembled devices sat on workbenches in various states of completion, and holographic blueprints flickered in the air above several stations, rotating slowly as they displayed complex schematics.
Torvan's workplace was equally as normal and futuristic as it could be.
For someone who built really cool high tech devices and weapons for the Red crest clan, wasn't his workshop too ordinary?
There was nothing sleek here, just normal with some touch of the sleekness.
Now, why were they here, I mean, it wasn't casual to just be in the man's office without having something important to your presence.
