Cecil B. Heimerdinger

Cecil sat down on a weathered bench, looking out at the gloomy, gray sky of Zaun. He saw how the people below lived, and the truth made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Heimerdinger sighed, then looked at a tiny girl holding a gear, a screw, and a nut. The little girl approached the scientist, took his hand, and placed the finds in it. The yordle smiled, and then an idea struck him. He began shaking his fist, and after blowing, he opened his palm, showing the girl the spinning top he had made from her finds.
"Look." Heimerdinger spun the toy, watching the child's reaction. She grinned, a warm, childish smile lighting her face. But the girl's mother quickly took her hand and led her away from the former Head of the Council. The little girl waved goodbye, and Heimerdinger returned the wave, watching Zaunitka go, and before he knew it, they had joined him.