I pushed the heavy door open.
What I saw on the other side left me momentarily speechless.
The first thing I noticed was a dwarf with a voluminous orange mustache that seemed to shine under the light of industrial-style lamps. He wore a grease-stained white shirt, dark trousers, and sturdy brown boots. A pair of steampunk-style goggles was firmly set on his face, with lenses gleaming as he examined a strange device on the table in front of him. With tools in hand, he tightened small screws and muttered incomprehensible words to himself.
"So this is Miguel," I thought. He seemed so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice my entrance.
