[ Another reminder of who mattered most to Jugram. He gives the statuette a hard look, considering. It’s an ugly little thing — not due to poor craftsmanship, but rather due to its subject. One of Bazz’s trinkets had also been a statue, but in his opinion it had been far better looking. (That it was of Jugram also hadn’t hurt, though he isn’t yet willing to examine what that means.) ]
It’s creepy. [ He doesn’t bother looking back at Jugram, eyes fixed on the figurine. There’s a something about it that has him all but transfixed.
He reaches out, picks it up. Hefts it, feeling its weight. Turns back to Jugram.
The breeze hits him funny, and he shivers, as though something is crawling up his spine. ]
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It’s creepy. [ He doesn’t bother looking back at Jugram, eyes fixed on the figurine. There’s a something about it that has him all but transfixed.
He reaches out, picks it up. Hefts it, feeling its weight. Turns back to Jugram.
The breeze hits him funny, and he shivers, as though something is crawling up his spine. ]