Jay'el
Quinn nearly runs into you, obviously distracted, rubbing his hands with a stained cloth. He's a lot younger than you'd expected, no older than fourteen; a spindly kid with a crooked smile and eager eyes.
"Tori's been expecting you. We've got a bunch of Grids to work and more than a few Spherebreaks to get through." He dashes off into the smithy, relying on you to follow. "Never had this many projects before! Not in a whole year!"
Moving out of the shop front and into the main part of the smithy, you're struck by how cramped everything is. Piles of machine and magic scraps go over your head, forming narrow paths through the space. This area is obviously larger than any of the other stores in the Living Quarters, though not as big as some of the other rooms like the cafeteria.
You emerge into a more open space, probably with a few more scratches than you came in with, which is obviously the main part of the smithy. It seems dim, but most of the light sources are just focused on the important places, not wasted on the unnecessary; all the light is white with a hint of blue around the edges, fading into the darkness. There are approximately a dozen workstations scattered about, each one emitting sparks and flashes of light of various intensities and colors. The smell of burnt plastic hangs in the air, mingled with sweat and the unmistakable scent of magic. Curses echo every so often, along with mumbling about measurements and an incantation or two.
You spot Tori immediately, all the activity of the room - quite a bit, bustling back and forth, one assistant nearly bowls you over in his haste - focuses around her. She's in her element, giving directions, answering questions, adjusting datapad schematics with a flick of the hand, and shouting above the din, most at the same time. A small ball of light floats over her shoulder, serving as both a beacon and a light source.
"Shaman! Get over here! We've got work to do!"