091: wanderers

Wandering amidst the ruins, two lumbering figures--one short and round, the other tall and slim--scanned their surroundings with unblinking eyes. The taller of the two, clutching a long, tattered cloak to its dented, bronze body, cupped slender fingers around its featureless visage in thought.

"Do you remember where it was?" came its crackling voice, in a dignified tone.

The smaller, lacking a cloak and resembling a steel ball with disproportionately small limbs, paused to survey the landscape with its single eye.

"No clue," it bellowed in reply.

The taller narrowed its eyes, nodding. "Then onward we must journey..."