After aeons in dormant slumber, Floor have lit the path and shall guide you out from your weird metal cocoon. Awaken, Gunk. Gunk stinks pretty badly. While you're very eager to try out this climbing device, you haven't really come across some place you could not get to before. You take the purple thing you found, it looks funky. And the lantern as well. You feel pretty well kitted out right now.
You work your way up the hill which leans steeper and steeper after every step you take. The heat is unbearable. Armour have never felt heavier. This is about as far as you can get on foot. The sand simply gives away as you try to dig your feet into it.
You haven't given up yet. Time to put your gear to the test. With a hefty swing you send the hook and rope well up high. It had enough height to make the landing at the top. Cool! You tug the rope to make sure it can carry your weight. Of course... the hook found nothing to hold on to. And slid off the top. . . . "Aloof. She loves me." "Aloof. She loves me not." You found the tailor. "Aloof. She loves me... She loves me not..."
Unfortunately, you have to be specific with what you want to say to strike up a conversation. 'Tis the unwritten rules.
"What are you doing?" "Distant. Exactly. What are we doing in this life. Building castles, gathering allies, opening boxes, greeting strangers. To what purpose? Eye was vague." "No." "Curious. No?" "No. What are you doing here? You are being silly. Floor wants answers." "Happy. Mourning."
Looks like the metal person has missing head bits, perhaps Floor could bring him to the machine and put some metal bits on his head? Maybe this will cheer him up? (Assuming this is a he)