You stare at the mysterious voodoo kit and are compelled to look at it. It was a square box with a single felted doll in it, with a large silver needle stitched right to its red heart marking, the doll looked rather new, and it was an exact replica of whatever person was holding it at the time.
"Hey Tina," says a gothic lady nearby called Trinenna, she seemed to have dark sooty-blue hair and silver earring and tanned skin with bracelets all over her arms and wrists. "Looks like you've got a cool relic over there, some gift," she snorts languidly. Your hands waver over the voodoo doll kit and you impulsively grab the doll as it instantly transfigures to whatever person you had in mind. You have a mental picture of...
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