First landing

The moment you step belowdecks, the temperature shifts—warmer, humid, and tinged with the tang of cobber, ozone and hot oil. You follow the narrow corridor as it opens into a low-ceilinged chamber filled with pulsing light and the deep hum of arcane machinery.
Gleaming brass pipes weave through the walls like veins. 3 huge green crystals pulse in glass and brass housings, feeding power into larger sockets embedded in the hull. A towering central array of cables and rotating glyph-plates pulses slowly, like a beating heart.
And then—

OI! DON’T TOUCH THAT!

A metallic voice barks from the far side of the room, and a figure rolls into view with a hiss of pneumatics and squeaking wheels.
He’s made of steel, brass, and stubbornness, with a wide leather apron smeared with ash and grease. His eyes glow a soft blue—bright with purpose. From the waist down, nothing remains—just a custom-crafted chair with light wooden wheels, reinforced with an ironband and a hand-crank mechanism he maneuvers with practiced ease.A half-tightened valve spins behind him and vents a burst of magical steam. He doesn't flinch.
Crystal feedback loop’ll fry yer eyebrows off if ye so much as look at it funny He mutters, rolling up beside a humming pillar of quartz. He flicks a lever, adjusts a dial, and nods at the resulting tone shift. Better.

Then he turns his head, eyes narrowing. You lot the new crew?
He doesn't wait for an answer.
Name’s Mech. The captain owns the Independent, but its my ship. I keep her in the sky. If you are down here, you do as I say. I don't care what other ships you have flown on, this have all been optimized to my specs.

A long beat. Then he smiles.
Welcome aboard.

You have left the town behind and from the airship, you can look down at the wilderness. You spot deer and wild oxen roaming around. The only megafauna you have seen so fare is a big harry mammut.

All right crew, I promised you a briefing about our mission.
A wizard, have offered a substantial amount of money for the head of a "Magnatite beast" and I believe that such a creature is roming around in an old ruin, otherwise claimed by the wilderness. This is where we are going.
He shows you all a drawning of the beast

This is what we know:
It has the ability to pull metalic items to its head and sling them away. This makes it to dangerous fly over. So you will be set down near the ruin, and then make your way on foot.
Its between 2-3 meters over its shoulders, walk of 4 legs, has a tail and its long neck. About 7 meters long in total from head to tail.
I am confident that you can bring down this beast, if you scope it out, make a plan and work together. The head is important, the rest is dinner.
He looks around at you, this is what you signed up for - this is your job.
Any questions?

Mr Windborne, that is some exelent questions.
He points to the drawing again with its head full of swords.

It seems to be able to "suck up" an armory but if its luck, or it could sniff it out I don't know.
It just have been drawn to the larger concentration of metal in the ruins. But again, we know very little. Other that it have thrown blades at an airship.
The captain shrugs.
If you take your time to study it, and write up your findings, I will do my best to sell that information to the wizard. You will get the full amount from information, and your share from the head.
But know that our time is not infinite.

My dear Miss Pixeldust, I count two flyers among the landing party. But as soon as we reach the drop point, I will let you borrow my spyglass.

The ruin? I don't have the details, but as I understand, it have been a military installation of some sort. A fort or academy, with some surrounding infrastructure. Something that the wild have reclaimed.


After you have settled your questions, this is what the spyglass reveals

There is some intact structures, some that have decayed, and one wooden house that seems in good condition.

The Independent will stay here, (at the drop off) unless the beast comes near us. If it does we will have to leave