[Hearing all that makes Naesala's gaze sharpen, his wings rustling behind him in irritation.]

Is that your strategy for talking to the public? Not all of us come from worlds with that much complicated machinery - and for that matter, there aren't walking machines on this world. You might not have noticed it, but this bandit problem you described doesn't exist. In the slightest.

Have fun trying to sell your hunks of metal to people who don't need it.