Dale was average in almost every way, hight, build, looks, everything about him said average. That is until you gave him tools and a few old pieces of junk. He was a master at building things and dohikeys. He especially loved steampunk contraptions. It didn't matter what it did or if it did anything at all. As long as it had cogs, brass, pipes, and a boiler. Now what happens when you take some one like that and throw them in a world full of elves, dwarves, and dragons. This is my first attempt at writing a story so apologies if I make mistakes.