This nondescript building has a single sign upon it which reads “Orticka’s Tinking”.

You enter the building, and see Orticka Twosfist, the half orc tinker, hunched over one of her many work desks.  The room you are in is broad, cluttered, and appears to be not only the workshop but the retail area as well.  Scraps of metal and wire lie strewn about, intermingled with hundreds of tools of all imaginable types.  Springs, coils, and gears lay haphazardly around.  Screws and nails litter the carpet, and shards of broken glass are scattered upon every desktop.

Orticka smiles the fifty-tooth grin when she notices you, and waves excitedly.  She is moderately comely for a half orc, and has retained a tinge of red in her black hair that she inherited from her human mother.  She appears to be simple, but not stupid.