The Balladeer shakes his head and folds his arms so that he can't see his deformed hands. He promptly regrets it, as Greta bends her arm. There's not even an elbow there! Her eyes are strange too; they're much too big and round. Sort of soulless. Uneasily, he turns away. "No, this is creepy. Let's - "
He stops up short as a thin brown bug-eyed creature runs through the room. What...was that supposed to be a dog? Stepping back, he starts in the opposite direction.
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The Balladeer shakes his head and folds his arms so that he can't see his deformed hands. He promptly regrets it, as Greta bends her arm. There's not even an elbow there! Her eyes are strange too; they're much too big and round. Sort of soulless. Uneasily, he turns away. "No, this is creepy. Let's - "
He stops up short as a thin brown bug-eyed creature runs through the room. What...was that supposed to be a dog? Stepping back, he starts in the opposite direction.
"Let's go. Maybe it'll change to something else."