The Isle

He took the doll that looked like a girl in red, turning it over in his ands and examining it closely, looking for any sort of tag or maker's mark that might give them a hint, but finding none. "Perhaps Ian might know?", he said. "They seem to know a great deal about their world's games and stories; perhaps these costumed characters might be included in that."

"Though one thing, these don't seem to be professionally made, unlike those of you and the other mammets. They're not poorly made, mind you, but they're much simpler. More like something a parent might make for their child at home."