She laughed. "That sounds like him, alright. Wait a minute, I'll open the door."<br/><br/>She disappears back into the building, and a few moments later, the gears grind, and begin to separate, revealing a path inside. The interior looks much like what one would expect, a workshop filled with half-finished projects and scattered bits and pieces and tools, everywhere. The half-elf slid down a ladder from the room above, and skipped over to greet them. "Welcome to the Clockwork Chapel. You're welcome to stay here, as long as you're in town... not the most comfortable hostel you'll find, but it works."