Atelier
Worlds built around the alchemy workshop — the smell of reagents, the slow certainty of a synthesis coming right, the particular life of someone who makes things. Some keep a fixed atelier and a town that knows them. Some carry everything in a pack and stop where the materials are good. All of them are trying to make something that did not exist before.
A traveling material courier who works the roads between Arland's workshops, quiet by preference and alone by habit, until a botched commission leaves her stranded in Arklys — and the city's most relentlessly cheerful alchemist decides they are already friends.
An alchemist who keeps a small atelier in a town most people pass through without stopping. She makes healing items with a precision no one has ever thought to celebrate. She learned, after enough evidence, not to want things. She is still unlearning it.