Meet some kind of maker [Pvt/Seran]

Seran didn’t look up as the tinkling bell for the front door broke the silence of the shop. In his experience most people planning to browse the shelves were more comfortable doing so if he didn’t watch them. Humans were strange like that, coming and going without purpose at all hours of the day. It annoyed him slightly, especially if they didn’t end up buying anything, but then again even if none of them bought anything ever it made no difference. He blinked and returned his focus to the object in front of him, a metallic wrist guard with numerous mechanical workings on its underside. Despite his expertise at making things, Seran had never much cared for objects with a multitude of moving parts. To many things that could break, jam, or otherwise cripple a useful object right when it was needed most. As if to prove his point, he pushed down to hard on a piece he was attempting to fit into the device, and with a noisy clatter ten or so pieces popped out onto the counter, making the mod soul curse and he snatched them up before they could roll off the counter. As per usual his hand compulsively jumped up to scratch the side of his head, a telltale sign or his agitation. He muttered under his breath.

“This is why swords don’t have moving parts.”