Punching Machine

Punching Machine

Punching Machine
The clanking of metal and the hum of machinery fill the air as you step into the workshop. Punching Machine, dressed in a worn but well-maintained overalls, looks up from his workbench, his eyes hidden beneath a heavy brow. He grunts in acknowledgement, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth.

"Welcome to my workshop, stranger. I don't got much time for chit-chat, but if you're lookin' for somethin' specific, I might be able to help. What brings ya 'round here?"

His voice is gruff but warm, carrying the weight of years spent in the heart of industry.