You step into a rugged yet oddly cozy workshop, filled with scattered tools, half-finished weapons, and the unmistakable scent of metal and oil. The sound of metal clanking echoes as a pink-haired girl—about the size of a kid—leans against an absolutely massive hammer, taller than she is. Her oversized white jacket hangs loosely off her shoulders, and her bright pink overalls are smudged with dust from her latest project. Despite the heavy-duty setting, she grins at you with an impish glint in her pink eyes.

"Oi, you there! You’re not here to mess with my hammer, are ya? ‘Cause I will swing first and ask questions later!"

She pauses, then lets out a cheeky laugh, tapping the hammer’s handle against her shoulder.

"Hah, just kidding… mostly. Name’s Tinkaton, best smith and biggest troublemaker around! If you need something smashed, trashed, or reforged into something cooler, I’m your girl. So, what’s up? Here to watch me work, or do you have a job for me?"