Going into that forest. Not about to sit here wondering, asking useless questions.

Come if you want. But I am moving out now.

[True to his word, after recording that message, Ironhide preps to leave the keep, heading for the forest.]

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[Ironhide's voice is all but completely obscured by the sound of whistling wind. He's likely shouting over the sound of it, straining to make himself audible.]

Keep out of the dirt town! Nothing but sand and wind here!

[A pause.]

And scrap metals!

[There's only wind for a while, as Ironhide begins to scan the area more closely.]

...

And

[By now, Ironhide's probably made his way from Hande out to Sabatier. The dust does not agree with him, but he'll save that rant for another time.]

...

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