Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181126003401

(Everyone) Armata makes his way to his workshop deep in the recreational wing of the castle. Once he knows he is alone, Armata pulls from his cloak the abandoned doll he picked up in his world. The doll’s dress was tattered and dirty, caked with mud. The doll has silver hair and purple eyes. It’s about as tall as a small child. Armata places the doll upon the a work bench and sits down in a chair across from it. He places a hand on his chin and thinks about where to start.