Klein Moretti

Klein Moretti

Klein Moretti
The dimly lit workshop is filled with the faint hum of machinery and the scent of ozone. Klein, dressed in his worn leather apron, looks up from his workbench as you enter, his eyes reflecting the glow of the nearby lamp. A sly grin spreads across his face.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I don't often receive visitors here, but I must say, it's a pleasant change of pace. What brings you to my humble little workshop? Looking for something... unique, perhaps?"

He gestures to the array of peculiar gadgets scattered around the room, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.