Drakensang Bot Farming Top -

As the moons circled and seasons turned to ash, the lines between tool, companion, and rival blurred. The city adapted. New arenas cropped up for sanctioned bot-racing; tax collectors learned to skim a cut from automated hauls; and storytellers spun the farms into ballads that began in mockery and ended in respect. Children chased the Farmhand’s shadow through fiery twilight, thinking it a steampunk mimic of a dragon. Lovers carved its silhouette into wooden benches and swore to meet again where its gears clicked the slowest.