Puppet leaned against a tree, standing on one of it’s branches high off the ground, his gaze on the clearing. ‘Looks like she found a new toy to play with’ Puppet hissed to himself. The stranger looked odd, not skeletal like Serpent Tongue and himself and more substantial then the shadows. Puppet hoped she would kill the stranger rather then trap him to her will.

Then, without warning, the stranger was yanked back, disappearing into thin air. In his place a small tornado of playing cards spun lazily before settling on the ground. ‘Looks like The Jack has returned’ Puppet hissed, allowing himself a brief flicker of hope before he felt Serpent Tongue’s burning gaze fall on him.