Through some black magic mumbo jumbo, Entaru has found himself plucked from his dimension and dropped into the realm of Val Salia. To make matters worse, the gods seemed to deem that his form was alike enough to a local denizen of the realm, that they may as well force him to be one himself.
Once the initial humiliation of becoming a Yinglet had subsided, Entaru got to work climbing the merchantile ladders with his knowledge of clockwork mechanisms to make a name for himself in such a low tech realm, and it helped that his tiny new claws were perfect for such work. He needed the money if he was going to bribe people into letting him get at key ingredients and tomes he would need to get back home. It would take time, but time was never something he was short of.