As you reach to open the front door of the watchtower, you hear the crash and clatter of falling metal, a loud squeak, and muffled, rapid cursing. The clattering only gets louder as you open the door, and you can see that the Skaven's latest invention has fallen apart, almost burying him beneath a pile of metal and wood. As he wriggles out from beneath it, he spots you and adjusts his goggles, standing straight-backed and trying to look commanding. "Man-thing! What you bring-gather?"