After the regalement, brought by the accusations of eating flesh, had worn off enough, the Initiate decided it was high time to check out the less amusing bit of the broadcast; the doll. He heads out in the in-between hours as the sun has begun its way onto setting but before the shops would close. He ducks his way into the toy shop, too tall without even factoring in the wave of his goat-like horns.

The skull-faced troll walks up to the shelf of toys, not far from where Prim stands. He peers down at the plush version of what is apparently himself, and leans down. With a clawed finger he pokes at it's cheery face. Then, tears its belly open to reveal the stuffing, and breaks the threading keeping its head attached. The plush's head flops sadly backwards.

Finally the Initiate turns to her and he raises a brow.