Nancy
"Grab my stuff alright?"
*She said to the newly formed female macen. The clay servent wordlessly climed into the back of the cart as the elf talked to the person running the stable. Getting a place to put the cart as the original clay figure got off the cart and prepared to lead the cart inside*
Mack
He finally made it over the elf to speak. But his breath smelled of blood and his belly was clearly full. That could make him seem like he just ate a person... But it was worth at least trying. "H-hello? What's that you're doing?" His voice was booming.
Nancy
"Oh! Umm, Hiya"
*Turning around to speak with him after paying for her cart she seemed starteld by his sudden appearence*
"Just got to town, I'm parking my cart here. Why do you ask?"
*She waved the waiting clay man to put the cart away as the female clay figure hopped off the back of the cart with several bags*
Mack
He nodded for a moment. "I just got here too. But I've never seen anything like what you're doing. That could just be me, my family had no magic.."
Nancy
"Hmm?"
"Oh, these?"
*The elf gestured at the female figure that had come up behind her.*
"It's a spell I made, clay servents."
*Getting a closer look at the clay sevent it was suprisingly life like. It almost perfeclty replicated how a living macen and the simple fabrics would look if they weren't all a clay coloured brown. The only deviation from life being a short string of glowing yellow runes at the base of the neck*