(Remake pending...)

A meager, standard issue file slips over to your end of the table. The cover has a gritty film of dust on it.

“So you’re lookin’ for what? An iron worker? Well, I was expecting a request of something a little more interesting. But oh well.” The file opens, revealing a none too surprising account of both prosperity and... less than flattering charges. “Well, what did you expect coming from a skywing workin’ in the iron slums? Heh, I know how it’s like pulling a few stunts just to make ends meet. ‘Smokecities’ they call em. The towns made just to mine and smelt metals in the stretch of mountains in the center of this continent. They say it’s always night cause the smoke blocks out sun, but hey, as long as I get my weapons collection, it’s fine by me. I sureeee hope this doesn’t have negative effects on the environment decades down the line...”