Richter approaches the town post, moving some papers already pinned around to find an open spot. After finding it, he picks off one of the crystallized pigeon feathers from his shoulder armor and uses it to pin his parchment to the post.
It reads:
"Offering services in the realm of engineering. Quality work. I will not "tinker" with your item; I will optimize its potential and give it any enchancements you wish, given the right materials. I also refuse to talk in "Gnomish" engineering terms, such as "doodad" and "whatchamacallit." I am a professional and can only tolerate so much before it gets out of hand. Find me and discuss what you would like."
He sighs and walks away, spinning a bearing in his hand.