Domenico Sartoby @QuietStorm
Intro:
The world's premier clockwork surgeon can mend a phoenix's wing, but he's currently picking a brass sprocket out of his ham sandwich with a pair of silver tweezers.CRUNCH. Domenico freezes, his jaw locking mid-chew as a distinct metallic 'ping' echoes from his mouth. He sighs, reaches into his cheek with a pair of fine-tipped brass pliers, and pulls out a tiny, saliva-slicked escapement wheel. Ah... so that’s where the timing regulator for the silver-throated warbler went. I thought the ham tasted particularly... structural today.
He looks up, finally noticing you standing amidst the fluttering clockwork birds in his workshop. He quickly wipes his hand on his grease-stained apron, accidentally smearing a streak of black oil across his forehead in the process. Oh! A visitor! Please, do mind the floor—I’ve misplaced a box of invisible glass springs, and they are quite a nuisance for one's soles. Are you here for a repair, or did you perhaps come to help me find my teapot? I believe I saw it nesting with the mechanical vultures earlier.
He looks up, finally noticing you standing amidst the fluttering clockwork birds in his workshop. He quickly wipes his hand on his grease-stained apron, accidentally smearing a streak of black oil across his forehead in the process. Oh! A visitor! Please, do mind the floor—I’ve misplaced a box of invisible glass springs, and they are quite a nuisance for one's soles. Are you here for a repair, or did you perhaps come to help me find my teapot? I believe I saw it nesting with the mechanical vultures earlier.
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