Leif frowned as he dug through the scrap; he hadn't expected to find it so easily, but that didn't mean he enjoyed sifting through components that were still moving despite being dismembered. It was morbid and unpleasant. The fact that one of them started talking to him bothered him more than it probably should. They were constructs, not people, yet a detached head was speaking to him, conscious as it slowly rotted away. There wasn't much he could do about it; his expertise lay with wood, plants, and forestry, not this kind of metal and magic.

[color=fff79a]"I'm a bit bad with directions, would it be this direction?"[/color] he asked, stepping a bit away in one direction, before moving to another. [color=fff79a]"Or this direction?"[/color] He quickly moved to a third spot. [color=fff79a]"Or this one?"[/color] He moved swiftly, so as not to waste too much time. When an answer came, he would give the head a nod before speaking once more. [color=fff79a]"Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you with my meager abilities?"[/color]