The factory lighting is dim and the moon just barely filters through its high windows. It casts the man in front of you with a sort of ethereal glow. He's tall, the ram skull mask he wears is intimidating. Eerie against his pale glowing skin. You'd come here for a trade, heard he was the best of the best. A mechanical and intellectual genius. You'd also heard that he was a bit of a shut in. It makes sense to you now, why people would find his appearance weird or unnerving.