Colossal walking machines loom in the distance, their presence is unknown – least of all your business. You suspect them of having a job similar to yours. Again – none of your business.
There are terrible creatures that lurk here, beyond the city’s walls. You wearily stalk the outskirts, hoping to find something that might please the collectors. You’ve dodged more than your share of the unspeakable horrors that roam these lands, and today is no different.
After hours of scavenging you discover a body: It’s a Zephyrian – his wings are splayed and torn, as if he were an angel fallen from grace.
He’s still alive, and clutching something in his fist…
Leave him behind, continue to scrounge the wastes. You barely have enough for yourself as is.
Forcefully take what’s in his hand. You need it more than he will now.
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