Boil

"I... see" Boil seems to hesitate. He eyes the various pieces of metal like one would stare at a crate full of human bones. And the way the crew and the red haired elf seemed to regard...

Nevertheless, he'd made a choice. He steps forward, stopping at the crates spilled contents at kneels down on one knee. He steadies himself with the spear as his free hand takes the metal face from the pile. After looking over it, his eyes go back to the pieces of metal and try to find a hand. "How was he decommissioned?"