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The Eagle nodded wordlessly, fixated on the confrontation in front of her.

The Jackal released the Raccoon, who promptly put a decent amount of distance between them.

The craftsman found the need to explain himself more. “It was after he killed the tree nymph. Well, obviously— anyway, he wanted to keep the soul for whatever reason, and we frequently did business together. Pottery is hardly the strangest thing he asked for, so I didn’t think much of it.”

The Jackal tilted his head. “Does he know you’re with us now?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. The way you ransacked my shop to get me here, he probably thinks I’m dead.” There was more than a hint of a passive-aggressive tone in the Raccoon’s still-shaking voice.

“Hmph. Interesting. That’s all I needed to hear.” The Jackal clapped his hands, and a barn owl with unnaturally dark feathers flew on silent wings out of the shadows of the rafters. It alighted atop a cracked pillar. The owl twisted its head to look at each Masked One in turn and hooted softly. “This is Shiloh. Some of you may have heard of her before. Currently, she doesn’t have the power to achieve a humanoid form, but her strength should gather rapidly in the coming days. With her working with us, we have a bit of extra firepower should we have a run-in with pesky deities.” The Jackal said smugly.