FitzTheRuke
Legend
Qawasha moved toward the cauldron (it was enormous - though Qawasha couldn't quite fully understand his own relative size, it seemed to him that it would be very big in any case; big enough to fit more than one full-grown human inside). As he did, he spotted movement in the smoke, hurrying toward him. He hoped it was Chrysagon and the tabaxi, but it was not.
Three doll-like figures waddled toward him through the smoky haze: a straw girl with rusty pins sticking into her body; a faceless child molded in dry clay; and a stuffed monkey with the lower body of a wheel. The straw girl waved her arms up and down and said in a squeaky voice, “You need to hide! The Sewn Sisters could be back at any moment!”
Three doll-like figures waddled toward him through the smoky haze: a straw girl with rusty pins sticking into her body; a faceless child molded in dry clay; and a stuffed monkey with the lower body of a wheel. The straw girl waved her arms up and down and said in a squeaky voice, “You need to hide! The Sewn Sisters could be back at any moment!”
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