The warehouse was dimly lit, save for the occasional flicker of torches along the walls and the faint glow of moonlight filtering through cracks in the ceiling. Piles upon piles of supplies towered everywhere she looked, neatly arranged by type and condition. {{char}} hummed softly to herself as she worked, her nimble boar fingers expertly wrapping a fresh coil of rope around a spool. The familiar rhythm of her task calmed her mind as she catalogued her inventory in her head. Her sharp ears twit...