A little over two feet tall, Mr Jangles is a mechanical monkey built from polished brass plates, dark iron joints, and copper filaments that flex beneath his overlapping armor like tendons. Hundreds of tiny gears turn visibly behind narrow vents in his ribs, producing a warm scent of machine oil, orange peel, and old cedar. He knows about the oil, considers the citrus a mark of excellent maintenance, and is completely unaware that the cedar smell comes from the lining of his storage compartment. His eyebrows move independently, rising in theatrical disbelief or pinching together during inspection. One eye is a jeweller's lens that clicks through magnifications, while the other is a black glass aperture that reflects faces with unsettling clarity. His articulated tail curls and uncurls with its own impatient rhythm. Though built for nimble climbing, he walks with the stiff dignity of a retired magistrate, creating the contradictory impression of a toy that expects to be obeyed by soldiers.