<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/HryglDv.jpg)</div><br/>One would think it impossible to read a doll's face for treachery, but Gods be damned if Dahlia didn't find a way. The signs were subtle, the lightest tilt and sway of her face, little inflections in her voice that to the naked ear seems nearly monotone. She could read the doll alright, and could tell beneath the polished, professional veneer just how dire her situation was, how concerned she was for her master, how desperate she was for help. She truly wanted nothing more than for a group of adventurers to come to her aid, to help free her master from the witch's clutches, "It's quite alright. Well placed suspicion can protect one's life better than any armor. I understand my arrival, and appearance, must seem terribly strange to you all..."<br/><br/>Still, it seemed that despite all that, several people have come forth offering to help, even without the mention of a reward, "Ah, my dearest thanks, all of you" she said, giving them all a deep bow.<br/><br/>"Alright, that's all well and good, but how about some proper details. For one where is this manor of yours?" Drip inquired.<br/><br/>"Right, of course. Allow me to explain further..." the doll said, grabbing the large suitcase and bringing it over to the bar, "As for your question, that one is rather simple..." she trailed off. After a few moments of undoing clasps and waving away magic seals, she would open the case and pull out a large pink dollhouse. Without any sign off effort the living doll hefted the toy home up onto the bar's counter, giving everyone a good look at it. It was made up of multiple stories, easily standing over four feet tall. The craftsmanship was amazing, though on close inspection they would notice small signs of damage scattered across the exterior. Another more concerning detail was that thick white wax seemed to have oozed out from within, sealing several doors and windows shut, almost like puss caking around an infected wound.<br/><br/>"This is our home, the manor of my master, The Dollmaker"  she explained with a flourish of her hand, "I assure you it is much larger on the inside, and well protected too" she added, "It is home to many guards, traps, and sorcerous securities. As such infiltrating the manor is a daunting task, nearly impossible I would say, which is why the witch chose to employ deceit and trickery to worm her way inside" she said, running her ball jointed hand across the doll house's surface, "In all other times but now the manor's security was a blessing, but under the waxen witch's control it is a foul curse. My master's home has become a prison, not only for master, but for my brothers and sisters as well. A prison that I am powerless to free them from" she said, Dahlia able to pick up the subtle hints of shame and sorrow in her voice.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Ai61nzW.jpg?1)</div>