**Far from the Guildsquare, constantly pillowing a plume of multicolored smoke, sits the Reclamation Center, a business and service set up by the Machinist's Guild. The Alogeans are a hardscrabble place, and to keep the city running the Machinists have learned to utilize every scrap of material available. That includes the junk of adventurers.
The center is run by an affable dwarf named Aarlt with fingers that have been slightly burned by the smelter and stained bizarre colors from the smoke it gives off. Anything he buys goes straight into the melter. Weapons, armor, potions, bits of food, slow-moving pigeons, everything. He insists he once got a full grown windreaver in as well. It's probably a lie.**
Allona walked into the shop, her jacket unbuttoned allowing for easy access to her weapons. The jakari's guild sigil was clearly visible on the outside of said jacket. The women looked around for the dwarf in charge.
**He was easy to find, as he was currently shoveling a massive pile click beetles, both mashed and still alive, into the writhing furnace. The beetles didn't seem to mind much.**
The center is run by an affable dwarf named Aarlt with fingers that have been slightly burned by the smelter and stained bizarre colors from the smoke it gives off. Anything he buys goes straight into the melter. Weapons, armor, potions, bits of food, slow-moving pigeons, everything. He insists he once got a full grown windreaver in as well. It's probably a lie.**
Jack
Allona
Stoz
Allona- Those things seem to have the entire city busy.
Jack
Allona
Stoz
Aarlt - "Yep. Too bad they aren't good for anything but burning. If people could eat them we'd be able to feed the city all year."
Allona- Very pragmatic, I like the way you think. Unfortunately though I'm actually here on city duty, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Jack
Allona
Stoz