You search deep within your infinite pockets for the Plot device.. You do know you have infinitely large pockets, right? It’s pretty much a given in games like this. You close your hand upon it, and say “Excuse me while I whip this out.” The gnolls all cover their eyes, then relax when you bring out the Device.
“I do believe this is the little trinket you’ve been looking for,” you say. “And rest assured, I gave the culprits a sound beating — WHOOP!” Your grip slips and the Device falls from your hands!
Make a dexterity roll on a d20 against your primary stat.
Just kidding.
A Gnollish Crossdresser leaps forward and grabs the Device before it can hit the floor. “Thanks for bringing this back, butterfingers,” he says. “There is one more thing you can help us out with, if you have a mind to. Another of our ridiculously intricate machines has broken down. Can you help fix it?”
Did you give some meat to the Hobo?