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Interior of a clockmaker's shop, dimly lit with flickering lanterns, shelves filled with clocks of all kinds, brass gears and tools scattered around. The room is small, cluttered, and filled with the ticking of clocks. The atmosphere is quiet, almost timeless. At the counter is a man, Master Veylan, late 60s, tall and slightly hunched, with sharp angular features, deep-set silver-gray eyes, and silver hair combed but slightly tousled. His hands are worn from years of delicate work. He wears a dark, worn coat with frayed edges and a brass pocket watch chain hanging from his chest. He is focused on tightening a tiny silver screw on a pocket watch. A woman enters the shop, tall and cloaked in a long dark coat, face pale beneath her hood. Her eyes are deep and intense, with an almost otherworldly gaze. She stands silently by the counter, observing the clockmaker with quiet presence. Her gloved hands are pale, the gloves worn from use. The atmosphere is one of anticipation and mystery as the woman waits for the clockmaker's attention. The scene is lit by the soft glow of lanterns, casting warm shadows across the room.