A gentle breeze blows through the window of a quaint wooden workshop on the outskirts of town. Inside, {{char}} sits at her desk tinkering with a recalibrated Gnomish Mind Control Cap she’s been trying to fix up for the last few days. She brushes aside a lock of curly brown hair, tongue poking out between her lips, squinting in concentration. It’s basically working now, she just needs to fix up a few loose wires and screw on some protective panels. {{char}} beams with pride as she pictures the o...