[h1][color=goldenrod]Thomas Marborough[/color][/h1]
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[indent][i][b]November 18, 3:45 PM
West Commons[/b][/i][/indent]
[color=ec008c]"Will it be alright?"[/color]

Thomas turned and lowered his head at the sound of the voice. He looked down at the… at the [i]doll[/i] that had just questioned the flesh golem’s future health. His eyes widened a bit, and his lips pursed in slight confusion. Yes, the moth-man was a sight, but… this was a [i]manmade entity[/i].

[color=goldenrod]“Ahhh…”[/color] Thomas said, turning his gaze back towards the flesh golem. Oh, he was certain it would be back upright once the leg was fixed, but the whole doll thing was still strange to him. [color=goldenrod]“Yes, he’ll… he’ll be back in working condition, once we repair his leg.”[/color] He took another gander at the overall damage, wondering just what caused it. From what he could see, it simply looked like the flesh golem had tripped and hit its leg against a hard surface. Fence or wall, maybe. Couldn’t have been deterioration, the parts all looked to be in good condition.

His mind wandered back from those thoughts as he redirected his head towards the doll. And, out of the blue, he inquired, [color=goldenrod]“Who… I’m terribly sorry for asking but, who are you?”[/color]