Ehlem sat comfortably at his camp. The fire flickered before him. He continued to carve the intricate wooden puppet that he held. It was a quiet night. His other puppets sat in the trunk where he kept them.

This new puppet’s face was still blank. Ehlem knew it would take shape in time.

In the darkness, something moved. A figure emerged from the shadows, limping.

Ehlem grinned. A face for his new puppet had just presented itself.