[h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][hr][hr]Rearden considered the room at large, then the dolls specifically [color=3c9b01]"There's a lot of... stuff here, isn't there?"[/color] She frowned, touching the tip of one of the little wooden wings. [color=3c9b01]"I know we're talking about faeries, but this is... obsessive behavior."[/color] She frowned at a stack of poorly-rolled skeins of yarn in one corner; it was piled almost to the ceiling, and it leaned precipitously, threatening a slow and plushy avalanche. She batted another ball of yarn on the floor towards it with her staff. [color=3c9b01]"I hope we can find something useful in this mess."[/color] It bounced off of the pile, and a couple of skeins fell off the top, rolling down like boulders. [color=3c9b01]"...probably best not to mess with the junk more than we need to, or it could be dangerous."[/color]