Tehkin threw aside what he deemed to be junk. Like most days he was scavenging through the garbage filled wastes of Su-Congro, hoping to snag a few decent quality pieces of scrap that he could use to melt down. It wasn't the most thrilling of life jobs but it was one that Tehkin felt a little pride for usually making quality scrap to be used by other matorans. So far he had found little, however, and it was putting him in a bit of a bitter mood even with the knowledge that in a few days the festival would be happening. He wanted to at least have one more good set of scrap done before it started, and that meant getting it done today before he would have to travel to Fe-Congro where the festival was being held. He was a matoran who had few friends due to his blunt nature but he had managed to make a few outside of Su-Congro that he wouldn't mind seeing during the festival.
Finally pulling out a piece of twisted metal, he tossed into a makeshift sled that would carry his haul back to his home and shop. With one good scrap found his mood seemed to slightly change to the better, if his luck held he would make it to the festival.