The backroom resembled an unconventional blend of an emergency room and a steampunk workshop. Steampunk technology adorned every corner, with massive vats of a strange golden liquid bubbling away, emitting a faint hum. The focal point was a reclining chair, its surface embedded with an intricate network of bronze wiring and tubing, waiting to receive its occupant.
In one corner, a small desk held an array of holograms, projecting schematics and intricate diagrams. The shopkeeper, with a determined expression, jotted down a few notes and manipulated controls on the holographic interface. Silas observed the preparations, the anticipation building as the gears and mechanisms hummed around him.
