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Fredrick was finding retirement both interesting and boring at the same time. Interesting because he has plenty of time for his projects and tinkering rather than building machines until heavy fire and swinging swords. But it is also boring because of said explosions and constant stress. How does one find a new normal when most of your life was anything but normal.

So when his shop gets to be too much, or things get too quiet he leaves the shop in Sal's capable hands and can be found wandering the market looking for bits of junk or bits that merchants might just throw away but that the tinkerer can always reuse. He is moving slowly because the warmer weather makes his weaker leg cramp but he's always up for a chat should anyone see him.

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Gorn's Clockwork's and Curios is a smaller then other shops in the city, but it's owner knows how to draw a crowd. A diorama of clockwork heroes is currently being built in the window. Once the heroes are set the toymaker plans to add a clockwork five headed version of the Dragon Queen that will breathe simulate fire if he can get it working.

Currently he is trying to get the figure of the fighter on a broom to hang right as he works in the window. He hears a sound and turns around to call out. "I'll be with you in a second," he says.

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Out of all the places in his shop, Fredrick prefers his workshop. It's small and quiet and allows him to focus on whatever gadget has captured his attention that week. He is bent over one of his music boxes. He is known for these delicate creations that make a child or adults idea reality. His current commission is giving him a bit of trouble. The client wanted the dog to sit up and bark the song instead of just playing music and he can't get the sound to come out right.

Suddenly a sound catches his attention from in the shop proper. Grabbing his cane, he speaks it's command word changing it into his longsword and sneaks up to the front growling. "Who are you and what do you want?"

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Bel noted the calluses. His hands have at least some of the same ones, from a lot of using knives and a sword. Any new ones from learning skills like lace-making and knitting are far less obvious.

"I do plan on telling him. But... hmm, do you think it would be rude to give him a gift of some of your wares?"

Fredrick laughed and started walking over to the counter. "Of course not. I am not going to say no to a sale. Does he lean more to weapons smithing or machinary? I do toys as well but I'm sure he does his own clockwork."

"Honestly, I've seen him dabble in a bit of everything," Bel said. "Typically I've seen him as an alchemist, but that means a fair hand at weapons-craft. But at the moment... the city has seen a bit too much use of force. I wasn't here for the whole mess, but he was. Ended up in a leadership position for his troubles."

Bel likes that Barcus is the sort who steps up when things clearly need organizing and no one else is -- well, except that Barcus's ex was clearly making things worse -- but he also knows that Barcus would rather be in his workshop than trying to get the Ironhands and the Gondians to form some kind of relationship that won't dissolve five minutes after Barcus steps down.

"Ah I see," Fredrick said with a nod. "I'd heard about the trouble in the city from some of the refugees that settled here." He reaches up to grab one of his clockwork dragons. "Perhaps just a sample of my work then. Something to bring your friend some joy in the midst of whatever he's going through."

The dragon gives a clicking grinding roar and flies around their heads for a moment before landing on the counter.

Bel watched the dragon, a wistful expression on his face. "I wouldn't mind that one for myself. I knew a dragon."

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