Come Here To Me, My Squire...Gearbaba
a small and densely packed Room. the pipes and wiring and other such machinery-adjacent terminology are puzzled together and somehow fashioned into something that fits together perfectly. the resident here remains hidden among the machinery, its body toughening and adapting to its surroundings. its waiting eagerly for its body to become fully one with the Fortress.

a certain steel serpent has taken an interest in this lump's dedication- it has affectionately deemed the resident of this Fortress as its mecha-squire. a collection of swords has been accumulated within the meager square footage in its knight's honor.

in a rare display of self-interest and an even rarer lapse in self-restraint, the mecha-squire has staked its claim in another Room in order to more properly show off its dedication.

SWORD COUNT: 2000
...plus 1000 on display!
...plus 8460 in storage!

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