An Onobot and friends gathering resources in /morig/

It was a peaceful day in /morig/, as its citizens went along their daily life. One such citizen, however, was suddenly confronted with a large shadow looming over him.

„Greetings, I am RM-58, you seem to have a nice sword with you, scans indicate it weighting around 4.825 kilograms, would happen to be open to exchanging it for the same mass of steel that I have with me?“

„What?“

The tall Onobot was holding an ingot towards the nameless Deadbeat who could not quite understand what was happening to him.

„You stupid walking piece of rust, that's not how you start a business talk, here gimme that and let me show you how it's done.“

Before the Deadbeat could truly understand what was happening yet another person was approaching him and the tall metallic man. The person was wearing a nice summer dress with short skirt, lovingly designed in light pink colors and sunflowers adorning it, it would make anyone look cute but the burly man in twin tails that was barely able to fit into the dress.

„Alright now pal, listen here, that katana of yours was a masterpiece at its time no doubt, but I bet even you must have noticed that by now time has taken its toll on it. You could never make a dent even in this here rust bucket.“ As the burly man gave a few hardy knocks on RM-58. „But with this here steel, you could have a new sword made far greater than that blade ever was, as a master craftsman I guarantee this myself. Heck if ya want I can smith one for you myself, throw in a good discount too since I always wanted to work in a smithy here in /morig/. Would make ya a blade that could even cleanly cut this guy here in half.“

„Uhm, I am sorry, but I am in a hurry.“ not able to stand the situation anymore, the Deadbeat made for a hasty retreat.

„It seems your tactic has not worked either?.“ lamented the Onobot to his burly companion.

„Tch, it's because you scared him off too much first, no way he would have escaped my charming tactics otherwise.“

„Very well then, I shall take to CPU what you just taught me then.“ as the Onobot took back his ingot and approached a new Deadbeat that was passing by.

„Greetings, I am RM-58, would like a blade to kill me?“

„Huh?“

„EXCUSE ME!“ but before another exchange similar to the one before could happen, a voice a bit further down the road stopped it from happening and gave the Deadbeat a good opportunity to quickly slip out of his dilemma.

„Could the two of you please stop botherrrring the fine folk of this nation and come back to the grrrroup? Whatever you are doing is not why we are herrrre.“

Surrounded by more burly man in cute get-ups was a man, that for all-purpose could be mistaken as a Deadbeat if not for his fully black styled merchant clothes uncharacteristic for them.

After the Onobot and the burly man joined back with the group, the merchant led the group towards their destination.

„Now I understand that you lot are excited to be in a forrrreign nation. But please be on your best behaviourrr. This deal we are having is of utmost importance and not something we will get so soon again.“

„Yes, yes, I know, important priest dojo yada yada, you told us over and over already.“

„I don't think you trrrruly understand, the fact that a high prriestess allows us to exchange the weaponrrrry of a whole dojo is almost a once in a lifetime chance. We are talking weapons with deep history and much use over decades, if not centurrries. I sure hope you rrrreally brought your best weapons for the exchanges as to not shame us.

„You picking a fight? We made sure to follow the list of what to provide to the latter, my girls and I here worked our asses off and produced some of the finest weaponry the world has ever seen for this exchange!“ The burly man all bolstered themselves as good as they could to show off their pride, as they gestured towards a carriage full of weapons.

As they moved on, they finally arrived at the foremention dojo. Outside one could see priests doing their tasks or training and as if awaiting them, a woman in an elegant garment stood before the entrance. She had a well-endowed body and even with a mask on, one could not describe her as anything but a beauty. This awoke the competitive nature of the Craftsman, as their instinct began to act in the most cute way possible to them, engaging in a silent battle of feminine charm.