Leif the Swift had accepted the job in Widersia because he needed extra funds for his travels. While he was exceptionally quick—far quicker than most—he still needed to eat, and sleeping under a roof was always preferable to lying on the ground in a tent, especially when it rained. To that end, he found himself about to enter a vast junkyard, filled with the corpses of various constructs. He was looking for a specific memory disc, a disc that was also be sought by the many other scavengers he saw around him.

[color=fff79a]"Sir, I'm sure there is more than one memory disc in the area. How would I recognize the right one? I don't want to waste your time bringing you random memory discs."[/color]

He posed this question because he felt it was crucial information; otherwise, he would likely have rushed off with the others, scrambling through the rusty and oily mess. His timing in asking the question, after others had already dashed off, was also a benefit: it meant fewer people had the information that would help them locate the correct one.