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Before adding any further insult, you step back and murmur to the Rolling Head. He tells you that the wizards manufacture mannikin bodies at the factory, then they stick on some crystallized plant matter for appendages and seal inside an inner demon. "Wait" you say, "I thought the wizards beat you up and stole your body." The Rolling Head wobbles in place and clarifies: "What? No. They just have it in the shop for a few repairs, it's still under warranty. I was coming to pick it up when I had a canoe accident and bumped my eye." You swear that is not what it sounded like before.
  1. Being two weeks in the past is confusing, you wish that you were back in the present.
  2. Inner demon?
  3. Uh-oh!