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You can't run.
*Whimper*...
Why take what's mine? Why bring me here?
Hm?
Skadi tramples directly onto a trap laid on the ground.
A hole, a few ropes. The ambushes outside were at least much more adequate than this.
Come out, all of you.
I needed to find you, anyway. Quickly, if you don't mind.
In the shadows, some few 'sculptures' come to life, slowly easing towards Skadi.
She's very peculiar.
Quite, Sheetmetal. Such a person, I've never before seen.
Nor I.
So you know how to speak after all.
Who are you?
A wandering singer.
I know not what a wandering singer is.
Sheetmetal, do not speak to her.
Your face, unfamiliar. Your attire, strange. You are not one from here. What is your business?
I want to ask a question.
Your clothes, very new.
Have you seen my fellow person?
You have much strength. You are able to eat your fill.
She came here before I did.
Your case, very heavy.
An instrument is not a light thing.
The thing in your grasp, very uncanny.
I assume your harps should come more or less the same.
(Plucks strings)
Ears, pained. It is a weapon.
It is able to not be.
Sheetmetal, this person, uncanny. Do not heed her. To speak, very tiring.
Bench. Let go of him.
Bench... Do you mean this child?
I didn't intend anything for him. He took something of mine. Things like that are significant.
You came to rob something.
......
I'm only taking back what's mine. And looking for someone who can understand me when I talk.
*Whimper*...
Our child, you may not touch.
Our things, you may not rob.
Hm?
Our rules, may not be broken.
Sheetmetal, you have gotten nearer. What are you doing?
She is going to harm our child, steal what is ours, break our rules.
Is she not our sister? If she is, she too has a share.
She is surely not.
You don't understand me.
I'll go and ask someone else.
You may not leave.
One moment, Sheetmetal...
Ouch!
There—There is a hole here.
Woodframe's hole. You forgot.
Oh, it comes in handy after all.
Those from outside, to our place, you should not have come!
