Lux does as she is told

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Identity: [QD] Mystic (technical) | Goal: [2S] Obtain (mystical) Features: [3] Obvious physical trait - [2D] Small (technical) | Attitude to PCs: [2] Less than expected | Conversation: [AS] The PCs (mystical)

Atara is a cleric of the Great Machine. She's trying to retrieve a magic item that will help turn the tables on the outcasts. She's not impressed with Lux but sees some uses for her magic abilities.

Lux hesitates a moment, not sure what she’s getting herself into, but the thought of just how many bandits are lurking along the passageway behind her suggests that this can’t be much worse. She lowers her sword and quickly ducks through the doorway, and the other woman slides the door closed.

The two them observe each other in silence for a moment, the older woman still wearing the frown of disapproval that marked her first sighting of Lux. Her tunic is embroidered with a symbol that Lux hasn’t seen before, resembling a gear or cog. Her grey hair is cut very short, and her skin is unusually pale. At closer inspection, Lux realises that one of her eyes catches the light strangely – it’s made of intricately stained glass.

“So, what do we have here,” she muses. “Let me guess – you were a camp follower for those ruffians and now you’re in over your head.”

“What?” Lux shakes her head and points to the collar around her neck. “I did not come here willingly.”

“I see.” The woman nods slowly. “If you have some magic, maybe you won’t be completely useless – assuming we can get that thing off.” She sighs. “Do you have a name, girl?”