Walking towards these two mysterious patrons, the man looked over them. His stomping caused them both to turn, he was making a louder entrance than expected. The looked down only to find what was a heavily armored Dwarf, wielding a one handed hammer, and upon his back what seemed to be a glorified pickaxe. A small golden monoclel type thing laid upon his left eye, and upon deeper investigation, his hammer had a lot of what seemed to be clock work on it. His armor also had the same on it. It was a dwarven engineer. He stood at about 3 and a half feet high, and was rather large and have very brood shoulders, his reddish browning hair draped from his helmet that covered his face only slightly. His beard was almost dragging on the ground.
"Aye, I seem to have walked onto something haven't I!" His accent was strong, as strong as any Dwarf.
He tugs on his beard, only to revile that his arms where strapped with some kind on Machinery of sorts. His dark grey armor was obviously of his own creation. And every now and then his hammer would spout smoke from the top, and the back of his armor did the same. The Drawf reached into his cask and pulled out a flask and started to drink from it waiting for any and all responses to his arrival.