The Picker (Patreon)

You enter into the scrap wastes. The vast quantities of metal making you question if  the dwarves are doing anything with it at all. Rust and broken fragments cover the valley, and most of the plant life is struggling. 

You encounter many of the ill formed. They are largely harmless, preferring instead to run rather than fight. Those that do are dispatched easily with budgening attacks or fire. 

Whilst exploring, you spot in the distance something large striding amongst the piles. The creature seems to be made from more scrap, but a far larger form than you've seen. Yellow mould, slithering and connecting the metallic parts together. A raptor like beak and claws picking amongst the wreckage. Collecting odds and ends seemingly at random. Before heading deeper into the wasteland with a few prizes in hand. 

You decide to follow... carefully.