Zetmit stared the junkyard through the fences and the hips of his fellow dumpster divers, almost completely lost in his daydreams of what he would do there. If it were not for his sensitive hearing, he would have missed the very reason why he came here to begin with. He looked at the picture stuck onto the wall by the robot, [i]blue ball[/i] was the only thing he really took note of, which made him snicker a bit. 

When the group moved into the property, he followed along without delay. He did not quite come here just to do the job as much as he'd love the gold he'll gain by the end of it, as a matter of fact, he used this job listing as an excuse to access the place and do whatever he wants without getting the suspicions of any onlookers.

To a normal person, the smell was off, a mix of the earth, rust and oil. From a bad spot, it's almost outright pungent how these chemicals had spilled all over the piles. To Zetmit, a humble goblin covered in rags wrapped with cloth that ties to his body a variety of discarded objects that sheen at the right angle, this was a sign of good conditions to scour within the trash. A coat of foul smell, no matter how foul, always hides something deep beneath, perhaps a small chance of [i]'real treasure[/i]' which Zetmit only determines by how shiny it is.

Zetmit can afford these chances, he's lived with the trash almost his entire life. What he couldn't afford as much was time, even someone like him would know how fast the hours can go by until someone comes in yelling at him while brandishing a knife and forces him to retreat, so even a physically effortful activity like this does require a bit of thinking and some awareness of his own surroundings.

His large ears then picked up a question from a human and he fell back only a bit, his nose peeking over his own shoulder. The inquiry caught his curiosity, the possibility of more than one memory discs in the junk? The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. If he brought more alongside the one requested by the gnome man, would the reward be even more than he already promised?

But he did not have the patience to wait for an answer, so he merely took the few seconds he had to glance back to mentally note the man's facial features [i]ginger[/i] and hoped he'll remember to find him and annoy him about it before moving on.