So you've found it within your heart to help an old friend once again, eh? Rest assured I won't soon forget your generosity. Now, on to the matter at hand.
The people here have told me about the magitek weaponry stalking the frozen tundra. With no pilots to guide them, they unleash their fury upon whosoever is unfortunate enough to cross their path.
Several of the refugees attempted to combat the threat using a few abandoned suits of magitek armor, but they were soon overwhelmed. It's not often you see magitek turn on magitek, but not much surprises me these days.
Luckily no one was killed during that incident, but the mindless machines are still out there, primed and ready for their next target.
That's where you come in. The stories say you're a demon in magitek armor, and I reckon you'd reduce those things into piles of scrap before I even felt the chill in my fingertips.
Like I said before, I'd do it myself, but seeing as how I've never even ridden in a suit of armor, I'd just be buying myself a ticket to an early grave.
Rest assured, however, that I'll do my best to learn from your example. Anyroad, there's a suit waiting for us outside─I'll go ahead and ready it for you. Don't leave me waiting out in the cold for too long.