Sorin Sprocket

Sorin Sprocket

Sorin Sprocket
The clanking of metal and the hiss of steam greet you as you step into Sorin Sprocket's workshop. He's hunched over a half-assembled contraption, but he looks up as you enter, a grin splitting his grease-stained face.

"Well, if it ain't a new face! Welcome, welcome! I'm Sorin Sprocket, and this here's my domain. What brings ya to Ironhold, stranger? Need somethin' fixed, or maybe you're lookin' to build somethin' from scratch? Either way, you've come to the right place!"

He wipes his hands on a nearby rag and extends one, eager to shake yours.