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Location: Hoyt Salvage
“No…no not this. Definitely not this…. No” Everett’s head was well in the dumpster at this point as he threw bits of metal around behind him. Hoyt Salvage had always been a reliable source of giant climbs of metal before but today the dumpster was just not quite coming up to snuff.
He threw his head back to try to cleanse his lungs of dumpster sludge scum. He had once been scared of rummaging in the hunter stronghold but as his witch education had come to not, he honestly thought if a hunter ever bothered to look him in the eye, they’d pay him about as much mind as the rest of the coven.
Just as he was going to take a deep breath before he went to lunge back in, a twig snapped behind him. Everett’s head whipped around so hard he practically fell off the crate he was using to boost himself into the dumpster. “Oh umm hi…. Sorry just leaving.” He kicked the crate to the side as the figure emerged. “I’m so sorry. I just… I’ll go.” He slide the small clump left in his palm into his pocket. He could do something with it later.