After catching their breath, Memory of a Dreamt Revelation roused a few of the Harvestmen they had knocked unconscious. As soon as they awoke, they were barraged with questions about what precisely they had seen while dismantling the beast. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation had chosen politics in the end, but still had a formidable mind for archaeo-engineering. Sadly, the Harvestmen were as ignorant as they were scared. "We don't know nothing, we swear! It was our boss who had the plan!" They gestured over towards one of the wode elves the other party members had beheaded. "All we know is what that rich woman told us, about there being a chance to make some money here."
Meanwhile, Nickel the Chronodrone, built by Eluran to study situations such as this, was examining the Squirrel Lord's damage. Turns out, the hull plating of the Gear Lords is incredibly strong. The Harvestmen must have been drilling into it for hours, and they had only managed to uncover a single inner component: its memory core. Nickel detached the memory core carefully, and the Brass Hand decided to head back to Veronis for more information.
Back at the Brass Hand headquarters, they plugged the memory core into some of Eluran's old equipment, and took a look at the Squirrel Lord's most recent memory. It had been peacefully scurrying around the forest, when a man in a cloak, wearing a visor, had approached. A visor resembling the ocular sensors of the Time Raiders, yet the man had only two hands, so he couldn't be one of them. He had laid some kind of device at the Squirrel Lord's feet, backed away, and then there had been some kind of explosion... And nothing. End of recording.
The man in the visor was a difficult person to pursue given so few clues, but Memory of a Dreamt Revelation had an idea: the rich woman. If she lived in Veronis, she could be tracked down. All they would need is access to the financial elite of the city. And Nickel was able to lean on Eluran's connections to secure an invite to the biggest ball of the year.
Reply if you want to know what they found at the ball.