The Robot

"The brooch, uh…?" Erik said out loud in a contemplative manner.

His mind raced with thoughts as he navigated the artificial city's streets. He thought again at the brooch-wielding robot he had seen during the battle in front of the grand building. The brooch was the same as the one the woman at the Jasmine House described; there was no doubt about it. If he was in real life and not on a quest made by the guild, everything meant he was dealing with an organized group. Not that this was a problem.

He remembered the robot's actions during the fight. It had remained out of the brawl, almost out of place, despite the chaos. Despite occasionally beating some of the guards, its eyes had remained calm and collected, devoid of the chaotic energy that engulfed the square and the other artificial creatures. However, despite this, it didn't stay idle, as it often shouted something and incited the crowd to be more violent.