NOVA
"You made a shelf that specifically tells me not to touch?" I stared at him with a wounded expression.
"Yes," he said in that gravelly, smoke-seasoned voice of his, "because the last time you touched whatever you wanted, my shop was covered in slime and glitter for a week."
Nova visits her favorite artificer for some answers - and finds a shelf made just for her.
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