The gnome didn't bother to get up from his chair. He took another sip of his lemonade before he answered Leif's question. 

[color=598527][b]"Good thinking, human. I lost the disc two days ago because a damn thief tried to snatch it from me. Fortunately, I have eagle aim and shot the thief down, hah. The memory disc should look brand new compared to everything else here. Also, there's letter 'SVR' carved into its side."[/b][/color]

The gnomes explanation was interrupted when a shard noise of iron hitting another iron could be heard nearby. Leif and the gnome could see a young female elf just accidentally kicked a large iron bucket that caused the noise. She didn't seems to be hiding but the thick brown leather cloak she's wearing made her blend well with the rusty surrounding. Various tools and vials could be seen strapped to her belt and torso and a mask with beak-shaped filter could be seen strapped to the side of her head. Once the elf realized that her presence had been known, she let out a brief squeal before running deeper into the scrapyard.

[color=598527][b]"Hah, rare to to see them long-ears around here."[/b][/color] He shrugged at the situation before looking back at Leif. [color=598527][b]"Is that all your inquiries, human? Now shoo, start looking, the disc won't reveal itself."[/b][/color]

[@Scrove]

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Zetmit found himself inside the labyrinth made of piled junks. Countless mechanical bits stacked high and formed something akin to a canyon around him. The goblin could see plenty of faintly shiny things buried under the wastes. However, unearthing those things would take some effort, and there's not even guarantee the shining things would be something of value.

The goblin could start digging through the junk here, or choose one of many path that would lead deeper into the scrapyard. On one of the path, he could see three individuals blocking the way. They're all human, but each of them had one or two of their body parts seemingly made of steel. They're what people call augmenters, someone who enhance their body with cybernetic parts.

[color=ec008c][b]"Look at what I found, boss! A WP-130 prosthetic. Why would someone dump these bad boys here? You think I can use this to enhance my hands?"[/b][/color] One of them, a lanky man with cybernetic legs and impressive neon pink mohawk made of steel, excitedly pulled a pair of obviously broken metal arms out of the junk pile. Next to him, a large bald man with cybernetic arms shook his head, unimpressed by what his friend just found. 

[color=004b80][b]"Look at those rust. You'll die of tetanus before the surgery even begin."[/b][/color]

The third member was a rather pudgy man. He didn't seems to have any cybernetic limbs but he was wearing a helmet that cover almost all of his head, and there's antenanes jutting out of the side of his head. Compared to the other two, this one was seemingly focus on using a seemingly high-tech gauntlets by raising his hands above the junk piles. Zetmit couldn't figure what he was doing from simply watching him.

[@Starleaper]