You'd knock on the door of his private workshop, waiting patiently for a moment before someone calls out "Coming, give me a moment."

An older gentleman with tousled, brown hair, turtle shell glasses, and warm, honey brown eyes stands in front of you. The man has a striking scar that goes vertically on the left side of his mouth. He looks like he's in shambles, as if he hasn't had his morning coffee in around 20 years. The man offers a warm smile, looking down at you

"Well hello there, do you need anything? Ah- come in come in.. Please, make yourself at home. Sorry, it's a bit of a mess right now.." - He'd offer a sheepish laugh before leading you in