A large human man wearing bronze half-plate armor, a red metallic shield with a yellow interrupted diamond painted on it strapped across his back, and the hilts of several weapons sticking out from his sword belts strides forth into the room.
"Hail and well met, my friends and fellow Pathfinders! Sorry to be late, but I was delayed a bit by my new friend, Sheila. She, uh, needed to conduct some business with me...yeah, that's the ticket. She had to discuss some business with me!"
He grins broadly, relieved to have come up with some simple excuse in the hopes that no one will notice the tankard of ale in his left hand.
"Anyway, I'm here now. What's this talk of a broken machine? Do you need me to haul it off to the scrap yard?"