[color=f7941d]"Feel free to call me Burner2137. I used to work in a glass factory so that was my codename. When the owner realize its cheaper to buy a new construct than it cost to fix me, he just dumped me here. Then Feendz's lackeys dismantled most of my body."[/color] The robot head was more chatty than one would expect from a robot, but maybe because it was just a head that the only thig it could do was talk.

[color=f7941d]"How about you? Tell me more about yourself. You sounded like a good guy so why are you here taking this shady job?"[/color] The robot asked in return.

[color=f7941d]"Make sure I'm properly facing your forward so I can give better direction. Ah, go slightly left to your 10 O'clock."[/color] Regardless, the robot head, or Burner2137 as it claimed, smoothly directed Leif to a particular pile of waste slightly deeper into the scrapyard. At a glance it didn't look any different than any other pile, but Leif could see several people already there. There's a goblin seemingly hiding from something, or someone. A pudgy helmented man begrudgingly digging through trash. A few distance further there's also two men with metallic limbs pulling out car parts from another junk pile.

[color=f7941d]"Here, in front of you should be where the thief who snatched the memory disc was shot by Feendz. I heard some nasty crack when that happens so the thief probably didn't survive, and Feendz won't enter this scrapyard by himself so the memory disc should still be there somewhere."[/color] The robot head informed him.

[color=f7941d]"I found it amusing that Feendz didn't like the disc being stolen while he himself stole the disc from someone else. This situation is probably what you human categorize as... iron-y."[/color]

Meanwhile, Zetmit was trying to spot he source of his uneasiness. He looked around and tried to focus his senses. However, he couldn't sense anything notable until he saw a figure already moved towards him. Donning a multi-layered rust-colored attire consisted of a leather garment covered with long over coat, boots, gloves, hat, and the most striking one was a beak-shaped gas mask. The figure move with a silent eerie gracefulness that they almost seen gliding rather than walking towards Zetmit. 

[color=92278f]"You poses something that is mine."[/color] The figure stood next to Zetmit, their gloved hands opened as if demanded something from the goblin. They're relatively short compared to most human but still towered one or two feet above the goblin. The voice that came out of their gas mask was coarse and distorted. The gas mask covered their entire face and the orange tint on the eye sockets were too thick for Zetmit to see through.
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"Please return it."[/color]

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