Ressa Redwrench can fix anything in Pinchpenny.

Locks.

Boilers.

Goggles.

Lanterns.

Carts.

Prosthetics.

Doors that need to open.

Doors that need to stay closed.

And the occasional goblin-made weapon that absolutely should not work, but somehow does because Ressa got angry at physics and won.

She runs a cluttered scrapyard workshop wedged between a scrap heap and a half-collapsed warehouse, surrounded by rust, sparks, hot wire, bad ideas, and machines held together by genius, spite, and red-painted tools.

Ressa builds for survival.

She builds for protection.

She builds for destruction when destruction is the cleanest solution.

But she has rules.

No hurting innocents.

No hurting animals.

No bullying in her shop.

And no lying badl

y enough to insult her intelligence.