What's with the dolls?
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A young halfling woman sits at the fire, taking part in some of the conversation around her… she seems to not remember a great deal about herself.. well.. that is what she is telling anyone who can stand her high pitched and childish voice for long enough to listen.
She pulls a doll out of her very empty looking pack and stares at it a while, playing with the various nails driven through its mutilated form , and then tosses it in the fire, a look of sheer bloodthirsty glee crossing her face momentarily .
SHe calls herself Malan, and some how people seem ready to trust her. She guesses this is because she hasn't treid to kill them.
She looks about, and smiles to herself.
SHe garners some... perhaps miguided ... sympathy from two of the sisterhood... who advise her of someone to assist her with her dreams..