Eliksni scavengers finding human trinkets. One takes an interest in the little bands of metal on the fingers of corpses, draped on the bones of skeletons she comes across. Small, useless, sometimes ornamented, most an amalgamation of metals, often not even conductive or useful in technology. Those of useful alloys are so small their addition to a scrap heap wouldn’t even be noticed. She she gathers them instead and winds them onto rope or discarded wire, collects the interesting trinkets of the dead.
Eliksni scavengers curious with similar shapes, large hunks of metal with hinged doors and complex mechanics, almost like ships? If you push smaller ones they creak and moan and give a hint of mobility, something of a past life. There are often skeletons in them, they were homes for these humans, or transport of some kind perhaps? But there are so many, of different sizes and shapes. Some too small for a Captain, some very rare ones nearly the size of a Skiff. It’s of interest to them, to see a new shape in their travels.
Eliksni scavengers figuring out how to identify groups of uses of buildings by their layout. It’s of debate what the uses are particularly, but there are certainly big buildings with wide open spaces, and buildings with metal bars and buildings with many tables and chairs and tight cramped back rooms. Buildings with long hallways and identical rooms and buildings with strange stairways and odd room shapes and paths leading to them from roads.
Eliksni scavengers taking interest in the ruins of humanity, not of sympathy, not of compassion, but of intellectual curiosity. A life was here, how did it live?