Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181122000616/@comment-24510587-20181203003021

"The mask belongs in the hands of the Vessel!" A cultist muttered. "What are we to do now?"

"It must be brought back to him," another decided. "We must ensure this!"

"He doesn't even know himself," Marr answered.

The little automaton had, when they rode off, curled up into a ball and rolled after them, evidently managing to keep up with the party even at this pace.