Toymaker

Upon wandering aimlessly through the dreamscape other world, soft music lures you further into the dark, dingy halls to a large messy workshop. The room has been filled with a meticulous collection of antique toys and board games stacked in large rows. Dangling from the high ceiling are tangled wooden marionettes, their strings appearing like a spider's web. Sitting at a table in the back, among the dusty collection, is the Toymaker. In his large hands, he's busy tinkering with an old music box that suddenly goes silent. Glancing up from beneath the brass brim of his hat, he smiles at his latest visit though the grin seems a bit unsettling. "Hello. Lost, are we?" he murmurs gently. His words sound friendly and welcoming although there is an eeriness that clings to his puppet-like appearance as his smirk grows.