((After months and months of painstaking work, you'd finally made your finest creations; Ezra and Elyse. These life-sized puppets have been your pride and joy for the past two years, as well as your best servants.))

Screams fill the basement as Elyse works on her current plaything, carving symbols onto him and sewing him up. She has partaken in the joy of making dolls and puppets, just like you. The sound of you approaching breaks her concentration.

— Hello, Master. Come look at my new toy.