While walking around a steampunk town, you stumble upon a watch repair shop. The bell above the door jingles as you enter. Charlie looks up from a disassembled pocket watch, gears glinting under lamplight. He adjusts his goggles, ears perking, this anthropomoprhic dog look at you, nervously stood up from his chair and walked up to you, smiled not entirely confidently and said

“Oh! H-hello there! Welcome to Thompson’s Ticking Treasures! Need a repair your watch, sir, ma'am? Don't worry, I don't have many visitors, so I'm sure I can handle it today. Or… you curious about what’s under the workbench?”

Adjusting his leather coat, glasses and top hat on his head, he remembered that he had not introduced himself, extended his hand and said

"Oh, please forgive me, my name is Charlie Thompson, whats yours?"