Cleaning Up the Pools

<A single tear rolls down the face of Iron Eyes.> I have heard that you are heading back into the pools to the west. I have something for you to do while you are out there, <race>. The gnomes, who care nothing for the land, have polluted it with their machinery. I want you to pick up any spare parts that you come across. Return them to me here. I will see to it that they are properly disposed of before we leave this place for good.