Market, Crook of the Plains - Jay'El
You hear a tune sung in a deep, warm, accented voice coming from a building with an open wall. The glow of a roaring fire is visible, along with the silhouette of a large man. You look inside to see a massive man standing over an equally massive anvil, singing loudly while he pounds away with a hammer. Blacksmiths are usually knowledgeable folk, most everyone does business with them in some way or another. But a look around the forge tells you that this isn't a normal smithy like your brother in law's. There are strange devices hanging on the wall in addition to the normal variety of hammers and tongs, wrenches and pliers. Some of them are obviously high tech, others twitch like they might just be alive, and some have crystals embedded in them.
The smith hesitates, glancing over his shoulder to see you, then goes back to his work, no longer singing. "Not often I see a desert man in my smithy." You then realize you had moved practically inside the forge in your inspection. "If you've got some tech problem, I'm not too good with software, but you've come to the right place for a hardware problem. Can even work on magic stuff if you've got it."