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 A strange figure stands before him. Possibly three. A trio so physically close that it's nearly impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. All three wear suits, a single three-headed poncho, and have skinny limbs.

The first and thinnest wears a pillowcase with hair hanging out of various holes crudely cut into it, mimicking where a face would be. They have a pot of shaving cream in hand, and more hair all over their suit.

The second and widest wears an elaborate, full-face masquerade mask and is holding a measuring tape. Their clothes are the cleanest and straightest by far.

The third and shortest wears a towel over its face and wields a bottle of perfume. Their suit is damp and wrinkled.

The Three bow before Rag before holding up their items proudly, as if it were some sort of introduction.

 Rag stands up to his full height, unconcerned for his own safety, his places a hand in his great axe casually “I don’t believe that tells me who you are. Although I can now see that none of you would be a threat so I shall try not to appear hostile.” He walks over to the group “Can you speak?”

 The shortest begins to shiver in fear as the thinnest shakes its head. The widest pulls out a piece of fabric and a needle and thread and quickly sews a little suit, sized for a doll with Rag's rough proportions. The thinnest notices this and pulls some hair out of their mask, quickly styling it into a pompadour and placing it on top of the suit. The two look at the shortest. It shrugs, gets smacked on the back of the head, and pulls out a little soap holder. The doll is then placed in the soap holder like a bathtub, upon which the shortest nervously rubs it with a tiny piece of soap.

They seem satisfied with their demonstration of their skills.

 He sighs as looks at the doll in confusion “Why? This is completely unnecessary, although it is a well made doll.” He picks it up with two fingers “It seems you are incapable of speech so you won’t be able to easily explain. There is a nearby town if you seek more models.”

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 A strange figure stands before him. Possibly three. A trio so physically close that it's nearly impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. All three wear suits, a single three-headed poncho, and have skinny limbs.

The first and thinnest wears a pillowcase with hair hanging out of various holes crudely cut into it, mimicking where a face would be. They have a pot of shaving cream in hand, and more hair all over their suit.

The second and widest wears an elaborate, full-face masquerade mask and is holding a measuring tape. Their clothes are the cleanest and straightest by far.

The third and shortest wears a towel over its face and wields a bottle of perfume. Their suit is damp and wrinkled.

The Three bow before Rag before holding up their items proudly, as if it were some sort of introduction.

 Rag stands up to his full height, unconcerned for his own safety, his places a hand in his great axe casually “I don’t believe that tells me who you are. Although I can now see that none of you would be a threat so I shall try not to appear hostile.” He walks over to the group “Can you speak?”

 The shortest begins to shiver in fear as the thinnest shakes its head. The widest pulls out a piece of fabric and a needle and thread and quickly sews a little suit, sized for a doll with Rag's rough proportions. The thinnest notices this and pulls some hair out of their mask, quickly styling it into a pompadour and placing it on top of the suit. The two look at the shortest. It shrugs, gets smacked on the back of the head, and pulls out a little soap holder. The doll is then placed in the soap holder like a bathtub, upon which the shortest nervously rubs it with a tiny piece of soap.

They seem satisfied with their demonstration of their skills.

 He sighs as looks at the doll in confusion “Why? This is completely unnecessary, although it is a well made doll.” He picks it up with two fingers “It seems you are incapable of speech so you won’t be able to easily explain. There is a nearby town if you seek more models.”

 They look at each other blankly. Evidently they failed to communicate. They stack on top of each other, with Thin on top holding the measuring string up near Rag's head. It looks between Fat and Rag as if communicating information, as Fat scribbles down on a notebook. Thin then leans forward and slowly reaches for Rag's hair. Short is really struggling to keep the other two high enough to reach the giant's head.

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 A strange figure stands before him. Possibly three. A trio so physically close that it's nearly impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. All three wear suits, a single three-headed poncho, and have skinny limbs.

The first and thinnest wears a pillowcase with hair hanging out of various holes crudely cut into it, mimicking where a face would be. They have a pot of shaving cream in hand, and more hair all over their suit.

The second and widest wears an elaborate, full-face masquerade mask and is holding a measuring tape. Their clothes are the cleanest and straightest by far.

The third and shortest wears a towel over its face and wields a bottle of perfume. Their suit is damp and wrinkled.

The Three bow before Rag before holding up their items proudly, as if it were some sort of introduction.

 Rag stands up to his full height, unconcerned for his own safety, his places a hand in his great axe casually “I don’t believe that tells me who you are. Although I can now see that none of you would be a threat so I shall try not to appear hostile.” He walks over to the group “Can you speak?”

 The shortest begins to shiver in fear as the thinnest shakes its head. The widest pulls out a piece of fabric and a needle and thread and quickly sews a little suit, sized for a doll with Rag's rough proportions. The thinnest notices this and pulls some hair out of their mask, quickly styling it into a pompadour and placing it on top of the suit. The two look at the shortest. It shrugs, gets smacked on the back of the head, and pulls out a little soap holder. The doll is then placed in the soap holder like a bathtub, upon which the shortest nervously rubs it with a tiny piece of soap.

They seem satisfied with their demonstration of their skills.

 He sighs as looks at the doll in confusion “Why? This is completely unnecessary, although it is a well made doll.” He picks it up with two fingers “It seems you are incapable of speech so you won’t be able to easily explain. There is a nearby town if you seek more models.”

 They look at each other blankly. Evidently they failed to communicate. They stack on top of each other, with Thin on top holding the measuring string up near Rag's head. It looks between Fat and Rag as if communicating information, as Fat scribbles down on a notebook. Thin then leans forward and slowly reaches for Rag's hair. Short is really struggling to keep the other two high enough to reach the giant's head.

 He sees the struggling of the shortest one and grabs the other two by their shirts, leaving them suspended in the air where they were, but no longer weighting down on them “Hmm.”

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 He sighs as looks at the doll in confusion “Why? This is completely unnecessary, although it is a well made doll.” He picks it up with two fingers “It seems you are incapable of speech so you won’t be able to easily explain. There is a nearby town if you seek more models.”

 They look at each other blankly. Evidently they failed to communicate. They stack on top of each other, with Thin on top holding the measuring string up near Rag's head. It looks between Fat and Rag as if communicating information, as Fat scribbles down on a notebook. Thin then leans forward and slowly reaches for Rag's hair. Short is really struggling to keep the other two high enough to reach the giant's head.

 He sees the struggling of the shortest one and grabs the other two by their shirts, leaving them suspended in the air where they were, but no longer weighting down on them “Hmm.”

 Short gives a silent sigh of relief and begins taking out various soaps and perfumes, sniffing and sorting them with care. Thin is calmly styling Rag's hair while Fat quickly slips out of its shirt so as not to strain or wrinkle it under Rag's mighty grasp. Fat falls to the ground, and, now shirtless, is revealed to be made of driftwood—old sticks and seaweed.

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 He sighs as looks at the doll in confusion “Why? This is completely unnecessary, although it is a well made doll.” He picks it up with two fingers “It seems you are incapable of speech so you won’t be able to easily explain. There is a nearby town if you seek more models.”

 They look at each other blankly. Evidently they failed to communicate. They stack on top of each other, with Thin on top holding the measuring string up near Rag's head. It looks between Fat and Rag as if communicating information, as Fat scribbles down on a notebook. Thin then leans forward and slowly reaches for Rag's hair. Short is really struggling to keep the other two high enough to reach the giant's head.

 He sees the struggling of the shortest one and grabs the other two by their shirts, leaving them suspended in the air where they were, but no longer weighting down on them “Hmm.”

 Short gives a silent sigh of relief and begins taking out various soaps and perfumes, sniffing and sorting them with care. Thin is calmly styling Rag's hair while Fat quickly slips out of its shirt so as not to strain or wrinkle it under Rag's mighty grasp. Fat falls to the ground, and, now shirtless, is revealed to be made of driftwood—old sticks and seaweed.

 “Hmm.” The hair is thicker than it looks, filled with dirt and grim despite how clean his body is in comparison. He puts the day’s shirt on his shoulder as to wrinkle it and watches the process they are doing to him, making sure to keep his body heat from burning them on contact from his draconian lineage.

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 He sighs as looks at the doll in confusion “Why? This is completely unnecessary, although it is a well made doll.” He picks it up with two fingers “It seems you are incapable of speech so you won’t be able to easily explain. There is a nearby town if you seek more models.”

 They look at each other blankly. Evidently they failed to communicate. They stack on top of each other, with Thin on top holding the measuring string up near Rag's head. It looks between Fat and Rag as if communicating information, as Fat scribbles down on a notebook. Thin then leans forward and slowly reaches for Rag's hair. Short is really struggling to keep the other two high enough to reach the giant's head.

 He sees the struggling of the shortest one and grabs the other two by their shirts, leaving them suspended in the air where they were, but no longer weighting down on them “Hmm.”

 Short gives a silent sigh of relief and begins taking out various soaps and perfumes, sniffing and sorting them with care. Thin is calmly styling Rag's hair while Fat quickly slips out of its shirt so as not to strain or wrinkle it under Rag's mighty grasp. Fat falls to the ground, and, now shirtless, is revealed to be made of driftwood—old sticks and seaweed.

 “Hmm.” The hair is thicker than it looks, filled with dirt and grim despite how clean his body is in comparison. He puts the day’s shirt on his shoulder as to wrinkle it and watches the process they are doing to him, making sure to keep his body heat from burning them on contact from his draconian lineage.

 ("I'm telling you, that hair is the result of WITCHCRAFT!" Lmao.)