Tord sat at his work bench, currently finishing one of his latest gadgets. He worked carefully, his fingers already having too much bandages on them from cutting and burning himself so often. However, that didn't stop him from continuing. He never gave up on making something. He was persistent. He never really took breaks like that.

The workshop was closed, since it was so late at night. The Steampunk city was slowing down since everyone was heading home for the most part. It was nice, since during the day everything was usually moving. His two assistant's, Paul and Patryck, were more than likely asleep upstairs above the workshop in their rooms. Tord would sleep, but he needed to finish his gadget.

"How the hell is it this hard to get a screw in, Faen. . ."

Tord gritted his teeth in annoyance, struggling to put in the final screw and get this gadget done. .