You step deeper into the Bazaar.
From behind a haze of resin fumes, Mischa emerges—hood drawn, rebreather mask hissing softly, a faint wink betraying her mischief.
She gestures toward a great red button. The letters F O R J—or perhaps F O R G E—glow faintly beneath the smoke.

👉 Press it, and the Forge awakens.
Summon your own prints into being… or select from the relics already waiting within her vault.

Feel free to contact the Bazaar to allow us to print your own STL, or browse through available print on demand STLs.