Widersia was a heaven for crafters. Freed from the strict religious tenets of The See, or the patriotic warmongering of The Empire. However, behind all those technological advancements lies one of the region's looming problem: waste management. It used to be much more manageable, but once the tinkerer developed various ways to boost productivity. The amount of waste produced exploded exponentially. Several sites dedicated to holding such waste were built. Ideally, the existence of such a place should only be temporary until a more permanent solution is found, but sometimes, it's just cheaper to let it be, regardless of the consequence.

Most of the scraps thrown into Feend's Scrapyard came from countless construct's body parts. Some were still usable or recyclable, but the majority of them contained too much dangerous material or simply too expensive to recycle to be worth the effort. After years, the place became a huge mountain made of broken construct parts. A literal pile of graveyard in the eyes of the construct race.

The group gathered in front of the entrance, which was just poorly erected wire fences with a fading sign that read 'FEEND's SCRAPYARD'. A strong combination of oily and rusty odor could be smelled miles away from the place. Almost as bad as the smell of a regular dump site. The man who gathered the group was a stout male gnome in a tuxedo. His bloated belly peeked out under his suit as he twirled his seemingly fake mustache. Next to him was a clean white robot with a black screen as their face. The construct was also wearing a formal suit and was holding several documents in their hands.

"Greetings. People. I'm Feendz, the owner of this fine establishment." The gnome started the briefing the group and walked onto several stacked wooden crates. He struggled to climb some of the box but the robot gave him the nexessary boost. Once the gnome managed to reach the top of the box, he continued his speech with newfound confidence as he looked down at the gathered people.

"I'm looking for a very important memory disc. It accidentally fell into the pile and now I can't find it. Regardless of the result, I will pay as stated in the contract, but anyone who manages to find the disc will receive a HUGE reward." The base payment was already pretty decent for a one day job that didn't need a specialized skill. So the mention of even more rewards would be promising to most people.

"Don't waste time. I'll waiting here." The gnome shooed the people away while his robot assistant prepared a lazing chair and a set of fresh lemonade for him to enjoy. Then it stuck a picture of said disc on the nearest wall. Apparently the memory disc was a palm-sized thick round device with glass-like blue orb in the middld. Seeing the picture, most of the gathered immediately rushed into the scrapyard, eager to get the bonus.

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.

"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."

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.

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, blue ball 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 'real treasure' 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 ginger and hoped he'll remember to find him and annoy him about it before moving on.

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

"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."

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.

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

@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.

"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?" 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.

"Look at those rust. You'll die of tetanus before the surgery even begin."

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

Zetmit spotted the three steel-clad men, hiding behind the corner of the path and only peeking through with his suspicious eyes. Overhearing their conversation, he was quick to deduce from these nonsensical words they were speaking and their unusual appearances that... these punk-looking fellers might be here for the same reason as his! Why else do they have the shiny metal all around their arms and legs? Obviously, they're collectors like him, but their tastes aren't as refined in comparison. Picking up such a dirty and broken pair of whatever that thing was out of the pile of even dirtier and more broken whatever those things were, and looking back at his friend with a palpable smile.

He almost felt tempted to just run in, snatch their find and escape or even better---tear them even bigger and shinier attachments off of their persons, but he's outmatched in both size and numbers on top of not having a single clue what they do to begin with, and Zetmit, though not that he would admit it... is smart enough to know which fights to pick and which to not. Whatever, he scoffed as he turned his back away from them. These simple peasants with a taste so bland even he took offense to it were clearly never going to find what they're looking for at the rate they were going, so he continued to do what he was put in this earth to do, and that is to seek and sniff out for shiny things.

Then soon enough, he caught something. The second he saw a glint coming from the otherwise unremarkable parts piled upon each other across the field, his ears instantly perked up and he glowed up with a smile of his own. "Oh, oh yes, yes, yes! Shiny!" Zetmit spat out as quietly as he could with bubbles in his chest. He did not hesitate before skittering over to the closest spot where he saw the glint and began to rummage through the dumps to at least get one of them. Whatever obstacles were in the way, he'd use his big goblin claws to push and dig through them.

"Please, please be good find, Zetmit didn't get job only ta get nothin'!" He muttered to himself, not caring that he's creating some noise in his excitement.

Actions:
1) Dig through the waste

Leif was entirely unbothered by the gnome's seemingly lackadaisical attitude, and was in the process of nodding along with what the gnome was saying when the elf suddenly squealed and bolted away. He was left blinking at the interruption before turning his attention back to the gnome. He continued nodding as the gnome finished his explanation about how rare it was for elves to be in this area—something the gnome, as the proprietor, would certainly know.

"Yes, thank you. I will go and begin the search for your disk now."

He gave a small bow to the gnome before turning and heading towards the scrapyard himself. "'SVR' carved into the side and new-looking. That should make it stand out easily enough." he thought to himself as he went along. His focus would be on anything matching that description, and he planned to stop and dig around immediately upon finding one. He wasn't interested in the rest of the salvage, primarily because he had no knowledge of its function or value, so he focused entirely on the task at hand: finding the disc and earning his bonus.

Actions:
1) Search for memory disk and new looking objects
2) Dig around in the waste to get to said objects

The junk pile that Leif dug into was relatively new due to its closer location to the entrance of the scrapyard. There's less rust and dust on the various mechanical bits there compared to everywhere else. Yet, after digging for some time, he couldn't find memory disc that matched the description. Instead, he would find that some of the parts around him jerked when he touched them, then as he dug deeper he would find robot's heads piled under, the rest of their bodies nowhere to be found. Some weren't completely dead, yet they couldn't do anything but stare at the human digging through them.

"You won't find what you're looking at here, human." One of the robot's head seemed to still be sentient enough to converse with Leif, a rusty rectangular-shaped head with cracked eye sockets popping out of its frame.

"You should head there. That's where I heard the commotion come from." The robot spoke as if it was pointing at something, almost as if it didn't realize that it no longer had limbs to point or eyes to see.

@Scrove

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Zetmit's frantic digging fortunately didn't draw any particular attention, for now. Moreover, once he cleared enough of the junk, he would find himself in front of the shiny things buried under the pile: A fist-sized green crystal, gleaming brilliantly as it reflected the little sunlight that reached it. He could see tiny runes etched at the side of the crystal but the most striking thing about it was a large crack where a bullet had lodged itself half-way into the crystal. The thing was clearly more magical in nature but Zetmit had no knowledge of its function. He would also notice the big mound of strangely fresh-looking soil around the gem, very different from the rust-mixed sickly ground under the scrapyard.

Zetmit's goblin ears would perk up as he heard steps coming towards his direction. A brief peek would reveal the helmet augmenter was currently heading into the pile he's in, the other two still bickering, not moving from their spot. The helmeted individual didn't seem to notice Zetmit in particular, but his arms were still raised in front of him as if he'd been detecting and trying to grab something.

@Starleaper

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.

"I'm a bit bad with directions, would it be this direction?" he asked, stepping a bit away in one direction, before moving to another. "Or this direction?" He quickly moved to a third spot. "Or this one?" 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. "Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you with my meager abilities?"

Zetmit was quite delighted at his find, immediately picking it up with his eyes glittering along with it---not noticing the out-of-place mound with his tunnel vision---and closely inspecting it with a sharp grin. While he could not make out anything from the runes or the bullet mark, he did not care about any of it. He was more interested in how the light travels so elegantly through each and every edge and curve, and all he was thinking of at the moment was how he was right, that this is indeed a secret trove of treasures in which he has practically hit the motherload!

When his ears picked up the footsteps, his celebration was cut short as his attention snapped to the direction from where he heard it. He couldn't help but feel a little jolt of fear when he recognized who that was, that was the large and weirdly intimidating guy that was hanging with those scrawny punks! Palming the crystal, he scampered with his back against the piles, using his assortment of discarded tools and other parts to become camouflaged along with the garbage and attempt to sneak past his radar unnoticed.

However, seeing as he's much closer this time, he attempted to find a good vantage point to figure out just what the man could possibly be doing hovering his hand over everything with his strange unknown technology, then perhaps while he's at it, peek over the corner that he had just left to see if the other two were still there bickering among each other.

Actions:
1) Camouflage
2) Assess the surroundings

"I can not sense your direction, human. The only sense I still have is my hearing and my internal compass." The robot head replied to Leif's question.

"How about this? You carry me around, and I will help you find it. In exchange, I want you to help me meet Feend. I have some words for him." Hearing this, many of the other dismantled robots tried their hardest to make noises. Some quickly open and close their mouths, some spin their antennae to make it hit nearby metal, some moved whatever limb they were still attached to. The result was a weird cacophony of disjointed metals clattering around Leif, almost as if they were cheering whatever the talking robot would do.

@Scrove

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The pudgy helmeted augmenter didn't notice Zetmit's presence at all as he passed by and headed straight towards the mound where the goblin found the crystal. After feeling the air for a bit, the man crouched right on top of the mount, then dug directly into the mound.

"Damn those two. Making me do all the work. I'm sure they will claim all the money if we get the disc." The man grumbled as he pulled a memory disc from beneath the mound. The light reflected from the blue orb embedded in the middle would no doubt catch Zetmit's attention, but what's more surprising was the man pulled out a sack made of fishnet and put the disc into it, together with at least 3 other memory discs with similar appearances.

As he watched the event unfold in front of him, Zetmit would suddenly feel a strange sensation. An uneasiness that spreads around his body that reminds him of being stalked by a predator. Just as he was silently watching the augmenter, someone too was silently watching him.

@Starleaper

Leif gave a grunt in reply to the robot head telling him it couldn't sense his direction; he had hoped it could, but wasn't expecting much—it was just a head, after all. "Feend as in Feendz, the owner of the scrap yard?" he asked. "I think I can do that for you. What should I call you?" Leif replied. He had hoped to work with the gnome in the future, making him a regular contact, but he wouldn't be opposed to letting a still-sentient construct have its say instead. He doubted that bringing both the memory disc and the conscious head—especially with the head's information—would make him welcome back at the gnome's shop. He gave a shudder; it seemed not just the head but nearly every piece of scrap was still alive and aware in some manner. What a way to go: rotting in a yard like this. He gingerly reached down to pick the head up and head off in the direction it indicated as they went, careful to keep it away from his bow string and anything it might catch on, carrying it more like a football tucked into his arm then anything else.

A familiar sensation to Zetmit, the feeling of having a pair of eyes on him from somewhere he could not see. It's something he always had to risk feeling every time he crashed into someone's garbage. It didn't really matter that he saw a bunch of memory disks that he could attempt to snatch from this large man that could probably crush his skull with his bare hands, the chill sent up his spine made him look around for any visible signs of the stalker. He values shiny treasure, but he values his life more, and if he feels he's in immediate danger, he wouldn't risk it.

"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." 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.

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

"Make sure I'm properly facing your forward so I can give better direction. Ah, go slightly left to your 10 O'clock." 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.

"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." The robot head informed him.

"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."

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.

"You poses something that is mine." 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.
"Please return it."

@Starleaper @Scrove

"Nice to meet you, Burner2137," Leif said before giving a shrug that the robot couldn't see. "I'm Leif the Swift, totally new to Widersia. I heard of a decent paying job for those without a skilled trade and took it—didn't know it was a shady one until later." Leif followed Burner2137's instructions, ensuring he was facing forward as they continued on their way. When he saw the others already digging in the heap, he frowned, and that frown only deepened as his body-less companion continued speaking. Now he had to decide if he trusted Burner2137 or Feendz more, and he deeply disliked that choice. One obviously had a grudge against the other; however, Feendz wasn't exactly a likeable person. "How do you know the memory disk was stolen, and who was it stolen from? Honestly, I don't want to be involved in stolen or smuggled goods; it's not my style—too much trouble." As he spoke, he eyed the goblin being approached by a figure that looked suspiciously like the elf who had bolted away earlier—at least he assumed so based on the mask and clothing. He doubted many others here would be wearing such a distinctive mask, as he hadn't seen any others.

"I'm going to be moving quickly, Burner2137," Leif spoke a bit quieter to the head. He then moved as quickly as he could to stand beside the figure wearing the beak-shaped gas mask. This figure had their hands open in a demanding manner toward the goblin, while the goblin seemed only interested in random goodies he could find and wear. Leif wasn't going to do anything to the woman; he merely thought it would be amusing to startle her again. What he was truly after was the memory disc in the pile before him. He began to dig into the pile after setting Burner2137 down to the side. "Setting you down so I can dig through the pile, Burner2137. Others are around, so please be mindful of what you say."

Zetmit took several steps back as this mysterious figure came out of nowhere and began approaching him. While he was already confused and a little unsettled by its unusual masked appearance, when he heard what it said about the crystal in his hand and returning it, he merely clung tighter on it and raised it higher in the air presumably out of reach even though it's only barely taller than him.

His eyes darted around his surroundings. Finding that there's now more people in his vicinity, he sees an opportunity to be taken in his moment of slight panic. "Z-Zetmit found it first, therefore it is Zetmit's!" Zetmit blows his tongue as he began to run away, crystal still in hand. He attempted to use the masked man's large form as an obstacle against this stranger who may or may not pursue him.

Actions:
1) Run away using his Skitter ability

"By the time I arrived here, everything had already happened. So what I know is mostly hearsay." Burner2137 cleared its non-existent throat before resuming. "They said a figure who called itself Savior's Apostle had been coming into this scrapyard. They would come to perform some sort of sermon, and the few lucky followers would have their bodies rebuilt anew and then taken somewhere else. Some said Feendz simply didn't like someone taking out his property and riling them up, some others said Feendz overheard their sermon and realized the value of the disc."

"I'm not sure about the other details. Someone from the deeper part of the yard probably knows better than me, but I also heard most of them went feral after Feendz attacked the apostle, so I won't recommend you going there." Burner2137 didn't stop talking even as Leif approached the masked figure. Needless to say, the robot's chattiness made it impossible for Leif to sneak up on anyone.

Digging around in the nearest pile, Leif unfortunately didn't find any disc. He did find something interesting though. A thick glossy paper with a photorealistic image of a bronze cog with blue splatter across it. The small poster was too high-quality compared to most printed materials in Widersia. In fact, the material feels like something he would find back in his previous world.

[Skill check - Language: Analog]

There's also some other symbols that look like random shapes and squares, but Leif couldn't decipher any of them.

Seeing the goblin bolting away, the masked figure attempted to chase him. Yet one of their legs accidentally stepped on the edge of their cloak and sent them stumbling onto the ground. The beaked gas mask fell off and sent a few feet away, revealing the female elf from before behind all that.

"M-my golem core..." She whimpered in defeat as she watched Zetmit vanish from her sight.

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Having successfully run away from the masked figure, the goblin found himself deeper in the yard. He would notice a thin veil of blue-tinted fog hanging in the air. Scuttering on the junk piles around him were several small-sized robots seemingly pulling various materials from within the pile. Each of them was no bigger than Zetmit's head. Their bodies were made from household appliances like toasters, blenders or table fans with a few limbs made of steel pipes or wires attached rather haphazardly. It was a wonder why such crude creations were capable of moving.

One of the small robots managed to pull a fairly intact iron pincer four times its size from the pile. The momentum sent the robot falling onto the ground, followed by the pincer that fell right on top of it and crushed its legs with the weight. Seeing this, the other small robots gathered around the pincer and lift it together with cooperation and coordination that would rival working ants. The pincer was carried away even deeper into the yard while the crushed robot was left alone, it drags its broken body back into the pile, using its noodle-like wire limbs to slowly dig through the pile. Zetmit could see a nearby sign in the direction where the robot went, barely standing, with two words written on it: The Pit. Alternatively, he could see another way to go. There was no sign around it, but he could hear a constant loud thumping beyond, with the painful noise of metal grinding against each other in between.

@Starleaper@Scrove

Leif listened to the body-less Burner2137. The sermon interested him, especially as it would be what could decide if he was going to return the memory disk or take it and try to give it to the 'thief'. He still wasn't sure if there was a thief or if he should trust Feendz, but Burner2137 didn't really have a reason to lie to him, whereas Feendz might. Still, it was something to decide after he found the disc. "Feral as in, lost their ability to reason, or just as in they attacked Feendz and his group? If they can be reasoned with, then that would be fine; I'm not exactly a hostile entity, myself."

Leif hemmed and hawed over the poster, wishing that Burner2137 had eyes so he could ask him about it. Turning his gaze on the masked elf, he gave his attention, "Why is his find yours? If you really need it, just find something nice and trade with him." Turning the poster over again, looking it over one more time before looking to the elf, "Don't suppose you can read this?" He held the poster up so that she could see it.

Zetmit panted after having successfully escaped from his pursuer and slowed down to a halt. He looked into the gem once more, snickering at his reward. If this belonged to someone who wanted it back, then clearly it's something that belongs to him more. He then took a look around at the current environment around him. More and more trash, but likely even more treasure hidden behind! And the fact that the robots were searching as well tells him that perhaps, seeing where they tend to scour around, there may be higher chances of finding exactly what he wants. Whether it was the memory disc, or just something shiny enough. He stuffed the gem into his pouch and went straight back to work, digging his hands to rummage through it once more.

Actions:
1) Dig through the waste

"I heard they dismantled anyone who doesn't agree with them. Then throw the head into the shredder." Burner2137 replied. Though it sounded rather unsure about that since what they heard was mostly hearsay.

"I don't like how loud the shredder is."

The elf had regained some of her composure after the stumble and crawled her way towards her beaked gas mask. She glanced between Leif and Burner2137 reluctantly, before she finally decided to tell them.

"I-It's actually m-mine. I-I-I dropped the golem core a feww days ago here. S-sort o-of... I-I need it for my t-task, b-b-but I'm running out of time..." The elf girl stuttered through her explanation, even almost bite her own tongue at one point. She dusted her gas mask as Leif showed her the poster.

"T-transcend the... programme?

Attain… F-freedom?" She squinted as she tried to make sense of the poster.

"O-or something like that. S-sorry my analog isn't good."

"Huh,"

"The time is nigh." Finally donning the gas mask, the figure in front of Leif felt noticeably different than the nervous elf from before. The masked figure stood tall and confident. When she speaks, the distorted voice was firm and commanding. It's like she's a different person with and without the mask.

"Held within the disc is a mysterious otherworldly blight that my master entrusted me to retrieve. Begone, human. Do not linger. Spare yourself from the suffering that would likely befall this accursed place."

@Scrove

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Digging through the surrounding junk pile, Zetmit would quickly realize that the stuff here somehow has less rust than the ones near the entrance. Without having to worry too much about getting stabbed by rusty nails, the goblin managed to dig into the bottom of one of the piles. There, drenched in a small pool of blue liquid on the ground, was a palm-sized thick round device with a glass-like blue orb in the middle! Just like the gnome described. The liquid was cold to the touch when Zetmit retrieved the disc, and it immediately cleaned all the rust that was accumulating in his hand from the previous digging.

With what might be the main objective in his hand, the path for the biggest rewards was open for him. Yet it might also draw attention from the other scavengers, be it the ones with good intention or bad intention.

@Starleaper

"Oh, oohh-- Mmph!"

Zetmit's eyes snapped wide open more than ever before as he covered his own mouth with his hand, a more active attempt to contain his own loud exclaim of excitement. It did however spread to the rest of his body, causing him to bounce up and down and look around feverishly to make sure nobody's watching. He almost dropped the disc in the process, but he managed to catch it with both of his hands before it completely rolled off.

He stared at it once more, held firmly in his palms. This is it, that's what the guy that posted this job had been looking for, no doubt about it! So long as he has it in his person, he will get the reward promised to him! "Hehehe, what a jackpot!" He began to imagine what said reward would look like. Not just gold, but something more, something perhaps shinier! He drooled at the thought before snapping out of his daydreams, wiping the saliva from his face.

Now he just had to find his way back to the entrance, ideally unnoticed. He held the sphere close to his chest, arms wrapped around it in a greedy hug as he began his leave. His ears twitched anxiously at every direction over the corners, attempting to pick up any sound that may indicate activity nearby before he navigates his way out of this place.