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"Salutations, my name is Jeremiah Tinker, you may call me Mr. Tinker. I represent certain parties who have taken an interest in your fantastical machine. Provided it works as well as you say it does, these parties might be willing to go into business with you. My employers have requested that I reserve a spot by your side on your upcoming expedition in order to gain a better understanding of your invention. My skills with machines have gained me quite a reputation in the more esteemed circles of craftmasters, and I am sure they will be of immeasurable use to you in your travels. Please do write back A.S.A.P, as my employers are not ones to be kept waiting.

Yours Truly, Mr. Tinker"

Back on the Anachronism the trans-dimensional gateway whirred into life again depositing a single gentleman into the room. As the last of the energy generated by his arrival dissipated he pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. With a casual glance he surveyed the room before pressing a concealed button at the top of his walking cane. A light extended from the cane and performed a full scan of the room. He had his orders, he was to gather as much technical data about the airship while it was in working order for his King. The scan complete he left the room and began his search for the engine room.

(Is this an acceptable alternative?)

Tinker had become so engrossed in the machine that he had barely noticed the figure lurking in the room with him. Quickly gathering his composure he attempted conversation with the stranger, trying to draw away from the fact that he had just forced his way in without asking.

"Hello there good sir, might you be the Right Honorable Lord Ashen? I was sent with a letter for him."

Mr. Tinker pulled the note back out of his pocket and waved in front of him.

Tinker couldn't help but grin at the news of the missing Lord Ashen, if he had been lost to the perils of his own invention it would save Tinker the trouble of having to take care of him later. Mr. Tinker Let go of the letter and let it float lazily to the ground as he extended his hand to the stranger in front of him.

"Jeremiah Tinker" he stated, changing the subject. "And who might you be?"

Tinker took note of the fact that his robotic arm was stil protruding from his backpack. "Ah yes, this bit of technology is my pride and joy, a marvel much like the good Lord Ashen's Gateway. You see..." He held out the hand he was holding his cane in and another arm unfolded from behind his back and grabbed up the cane. "It was a mixture of my own personal genius, and a bit of... paranormal splendor. The arms themselves are powered by my brain, much like my own arms." Tinker continued on assuming that this Mr. Allans would be thrilled to hear of the conception of his first masterpiece. "Now the mechanics were simple enough, I am extremely talented in my field after all, but the creation of this system called for something a bit more than genius." Another robotic arm unfolded from the backpack bringing with it a small glowing crystal. "This small wonder was recovered from the mostly unexplored Troglian Jungles." He took the gem into his own hand and held it up in front of him, showing it off to his audience of one. "The remarkable thing about this gem is that it responds to thought." He smiled wildly at it as he spoke. "Can you imagine that? A rock capable of creating an empathic link with the thoughts of a living creature! Well, it took a bit of doing, but after a while I learned to link it specifically to my own brain in order to have it serve the higher function of powering these robotic limbs." His grin spread even wider as he looked up to meet the gaze of Mr. Allans.