Her grandfather's passing left her with little, she had his workshop, but she had little money and surely not enough to pay off her grandfather's debts. However, she had one thing that would not be affected by debt, she had her mind. With a little elbow grease and a lot of hard work she became renowned within Brassmore, her machines had quality that could not be beaten and her clever marketing always ensured customers would make their way to her door. She rose the ranks despite the pressures forcing her down and built up her conglomerate of cogs and fire. She used her connection with the community to rise up to power and gain authority over Brassmore, now she had everything. Who could get in her way? Who could pull great Ember down? Surely not another of flesh and bone.