{SE} Anyone know how to stich a doll?

Deimos The Sword had only been in Torchline recently to acquire supplies, and become distracted during the efforts while talking to Sunjata over differing political matters, but with the last basket of fish in his hands, heading towards the portal, he found himself once again deterred. Zuriel snorted behind him, but his attention had been on the windows, on the boxes, on the frameworks of more of the dolls; clearly inhabiting or possessing Ludo’s likeness. Brows furrowed, curiosity piqued, the unknown circumventing every other nuance and notion in his mind, because why were these necessary, when he couldn’t recall them happening before? Another individual, a stranger in front of what appeared to be an herb shop, appeared to be conducting the same mannerisms, fabric, buttons, porcelain, and other fabrications out along the bazaar. Probably hovering like a menace, but only due to intrigue, he eventually spoke, the unicorn companion sliding out from around him to gesture towards the woman in a flat snort. “May I ask the purpose of the dolls?” Securing his Outlander status, as he often had through one trial, tribulation, or another aspect, the General glanced towards the other parameters and particulars nearby. “I have not seen them made before.” Had this been some other tradition he’d missed? Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime