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The Eagle shoved open the doors to the throne room, practically dragging the Jackal along with her. Shiloh trailed behind, more amused by this turn of events than anything. She wasn't sure why the Eagle had asked her to tag along, but she was certainly enjoying the show.

The two Masked Ones stumbled over to the Raccoon's workbench, who, upon seeing the Jackal's state, gave a low tut of disapproval. "Now how in Forengard did you manage to do that?"

"Deity." the Jackal's voice was a low growl. He was angry. He had taken his hands off of his face, revealing several shards of obsidian embedded into his skin. Miraculously, none had damaged his eye, which was blazing with fury. Blood still streaked down his face, dripping onto the castle floor. He leaned forward, towering over the craftsman. "New mask. Now." his words once again had a compelling reverberation, but the tone itself left no room for argument.

The Raccoon, however, looked unfazed. "It will take me a few days," they replied cooly. "Until then, you might want to take the rocks out of your face." They glanced over at the Eagle, who was already mixing a poultice together. And by poultice, it was literally just a cocktail of various poisons that somehow canceled eachother out into something not deadly.

The Jackal slammed his hand into the workbench, leaving a bloody smear. "You'll do it in an hour, or I will snap your neck and leave you in the dungeons."

"I'd say that's preferable, but you'd probably not kill me, then  Very well, one hour it is." They clicked their tongue, and the little figurines that lined the shelves behind them sprang to life and gathered around the block of obsidian. Without any clear prompting, they began to chip away at it from all sides  The Raccoon also gathered their tools and began working on it as well.

The Jackal nodded in apparent satisfaction before he walked over to the throne and collapsed into it. The Eagle had finished her mixing and approached him carefully, as if he was wounded animal she had cornered. She began to extract the obsidian shards from his face, and she applied a powder on the cuts that stopped the bleeding. Next she put the poultice onto his wounds, and stepped back. Her head cocked to the side, as if she was listening to something. She was sensing the Hyena, who was very much not in the castle.

"Shiloh," she said finally. "The Hyena is at the docks. Take the others and intercept him."

Shiloh gave her a kind of mocking salute behind her back and excited, grumbling a little to herself. She went back to the forest with the others. "How do you all feel about hunting down one of your own?"