Rumble's Workshop

One day – which happened to be the very day when the league officials and champions were meeting together in Bandle City to discuss the journey to Icathia – a tiny figure who was wearing a rather large overcoat and a hat was striding rather hastily towards the Bandle City junkyard. No one paid heed to him, because the hat and the oversized overcoat did really well in covering up his face and identity.

The tiny figure looked kind of ridiculous because “tiny” and “overcoat” does not go well together. In fact, they actually contrasted against each other, in the case of the ridiculous looking figure who was walking hastily for no apparent reason.

Most yordles usually avoid the junkyard, because words like “junk” and “trash” are usually associated with filth and grime, unsurprisingly. Not in the case of the ridiculous-looking tiny figure wearing an overcoat. The junkyard was his home, and he liked it that way. He liked the vast amount of space in the junkyard, he liked that he had access to all of the junkyard heaps, which were practically treasures to him, and most importantly, he liked the absence of certain annoying yordles.

The ridiculous-looking tiny figure stepped into the junkyard and walked towards a medium-sized building situated in the middle of the yard. For a junkyard, the place was surprisingly very organized. The junkyard floor wasn’t completely covered in a sea of trash. Rather, all of the trash was stacked into different heaps, making it very easy to navigate around the area. The figure smiled. He liked it when things were organized. Organization was good.

The ridiculous-looking figure wearing an overcoat stepped into the workshop he was walking towards. He took off his hat and unbuttoned his overcoat, which revealed a blue-furred yordle (surprise!) in a bizarre work outfit. The yordle looked around the workshop for a moment. Tools, both electrical and non-electrical, hung around the walls everywhere. There were two work tables, both which were piled with screws, bolts, scraps, and probably every other miscellaneous item you could think of. In fact, some of the items were probably there just to make the place look more like a workshop. Blueprints were piled high against one side of a table, and several contraptions were lined up against one wall. Actually, some of the contraptions looked more like trash (probably because they were made mostly out of trash), but they certainly functioned to the blue-furred yordle’s needs.

Needless to say, the place looked like a complete unorganized mess, but the blue-furred yordle always managed his way around somehow.

“Ah, nothing like the scent of home sweet home,” said Rumble (AKA the blue-furred yordle previously known as the ridiculous-looking tiny figure wearing the overcoat). “Heh, should probably get the place cleaned up a bit, though…”

Rumble picked up his contraptions and started to move them to various rooms in the workshop. He’d get to work after cleaning up his workshop, and there was a lot of cleaning to do. Just like any other day.

Of course, this certain day happened to be the day when all of the league officials and champions were meeting together in Bandle City, and of course, Rumble had absolutely no idea of the meeting because no one told him about it. Then again, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right? Right.

“Heh, just another day, just the way I like it…”