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Most humanoids avoid May’s small workshop, which she rents for a pittance in a poor district of the Cove. The reason is simple: they just don’t understand what’s inside; it all looks too chaotic and messy. But knowledgeable humanoids, and especially those tech enthusiasts who have been here before, adore the workshop, because there is so much interesting stuff in this clutter, and its collector is a very pleasant-looking person. And so, early in the morning, there was a characteristic, heavy knock at the door.