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.