The Marinette stood up and addressed Tyler.
"What sort of maniac attacks a poor old defenseless man?" The doll asked the voice had changed from that of an old man's to that of a woman.
"One that's used to the smell of blood, I've grown so akim to it that I can smell it from just the pores, but this thing smelt like rubber and spinach? Disgusting!" Tyler hissed.
William was still trying to process all that had happened up till now.
"We camped in the forest, fought a bounty hunter, climbed a craggy mountain, found a human village, then stabbed a human who turned out to be a doll,"
Tyler snickered at the complete confusion on his brother's face.
"Yes, that's about right, now the next thing that happens depends on this thing here,"
"You brute," the doll spat. "Yes, I'm Bismuth... a wit
