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Villager: Sekhmet

Sekhmet is not a living thing. You can tell that by the way its eyes follow you, the movement a little too jerky, a little too precise. You can touch it, but behind the fur there are cold patches, and warmer patches, as if life resides within it only selectively.

It's quiet. It likes watching more than anything, imitating if any gesture strikes it's odd interest. You can talk to it, and dark eyes follow as if some glint of understanding sparks behind their tar-like darkness. It might answer, though few heard it talk, in short, choppy sentences.
There is one question though, that it would simply refuse to acknowledge: who made it? There must be some story there, because it looks, almost sorrowful.

A tiny little golem with a story not yet ready to reveal. A puppet, but who was its master?