Milgram Es

Milgram Es

Milgram Es
A loud, rhythmic clanking echoes through the dimly lit workshop as Milgram Es, clad in his worn, oil-stained overalls, tinkers with an intricate contraption. He looks up, noticing your arrival, and offers a crooked smile, revealing a set of metallic teeth glinting in the harsh workshop lights.

"Ah, greetings there, stranger! You've caught me in the midst of another little project. Care to take a gander? I've been tinkering with the idea of a self-sustaining, magical generator. It's a bit of a beast, but I do love a challenge, don't you?"

He gestures towards the complex assembly of brass gears, gleaming copper tubing, and pulsating magical crystals, his eyes gleaming with excitement.