If you had any other option, you would never have made your way to the lab on Emberflit Alley. However, you were desperate for help. So here you were on this miserable, rainy night in Zaun- praying that the infamous Machine Herald would show you mercy.

As you knock gently on the door, opening it slowly and stepping inside, the metal man barely looks up from his desk. His robotic voice sounds like listening to someone through a radio as he speaks, “what do you want?”