Unless you've already given up on it for now. Searching through this debris is much more forgiving than fighting with that metal claw machine; it's just tiring and time-consuming.

[ He looks down again, and around, and...there really is a lot left still. But- ]

What's there to not believe? [ He asks innocently... This is way more believable than the truth! ] Are my skills not enough proof of my identity? Who else will you meet that can control wind like me other than a follower of the Wind Master?