In the heart of the sprawling metropolis, where the sorcery-powered machines harmonize with the pulsating neon lights in the nightlife districts, a delicate equilibrium between science and sorcery thrives. It is a place where the lines between fantasy and technology blur, a realm caught in the twilight between possibilities.

The cityscape sprawls like a tapestry of towering skyscrapers adorned with intricate gears and enchanting runes. Steam billows from hidden vents, casting an ethereal haze over the labyrinthine streets below. Hovering airships traverse the sky, their metal frames gleaming in the glow of artificial constellations.

Amidst this amalgamation of worlds, an enigmatic figure is navigating the bustling streets with a purposeful stride. His name, lost to the crowds, matters little in a city where everyone is a stranger to one another. Instead, his story begins deep within the underbelly of the city.

As Noah delves deeper into the city's underbelly, a sinister undercurrent emerges, whispering secrets and shadows that dance on the edge of perception. In the depths of back-alley markets, forbidden artefacts are bartered, each imbued with untold power. The arcane meets the mechanical, and in this synergy, untold possibilities lie.

A little further, and he'll have arrived at his destination. A bar called The Fringe, a place that law enforcement leaves alone. It has its own rules and regulations, not unlike any of the other places here.

Noah enters the establishment and takes his seat at the bar. He looks out of place, like a fish out of water. He isn't dressed any differently from the other guests, but he doesn't quite fit in.

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“What can I get ya?” the bartender asks.

“Do you know where I could find the owner?” Noah inquires while stealing a quick glance at the menu.

“The owner? I'm a bit busy here; go talk to that fellow standing over there. He might be willing to listen.” the bartender replies, gesturing towards a man in the distance.

Noah offers a polite smile and thanks the bartender before making his way towards the man. He evaluates him as he walks, observing his youthful appearance and sturdy physique, indicating a preference for physical prowess over magical abilities.

Approaching the man, Noah engages in conversation within speaking distance.

“Hello, sir. The bartender mentioned I should seek you out for information on the owner. Could you please direct me to her?”

“Is this a scheduled meeting or a spontaneous encounter?” the man inquires.

“It could be considered a surprise meeting,” Noah responds.

“May I inquire about the nature of your business with the owner?” the man questions further.

“Yes, I have a lucrative business proposition that I believe she might find intriguing,” Noah reveals.

“Very well. I will relay your message. And what name should I inform her of?”

“Noah.”

“It won't take long, Mr. Noah. Please have a seat while you wait,” the man suggests, pointing to an empty table beside him.

Noah complies, taking in the surroundings of the room.

“This place appears rather impressive from the inside, especially in comparison to others in the area. The drink prices are reasonable, on par with the neighbouring establishments,” Noah ponders silently.

As he continues surveying his surroundings, he hears the approaching footsteps of the man he had conversed with moments ago.

“Please, follow me.”