Man, Daniel wondered as he exited the store, why the hell did I buy this thing? Tossing the cloth bag into a nearby trash can, Dan was amazed at how strange the statuette looked; as weird as the whole store had been, and the old shopkeeper, this particular piece stood out. Maybe, Dan mused, that's why I bought it?
It really was an interesting piece, even if Daniel regretted spending money on it. The main body of it was a strange figure, it's surface smooth and nondescript. It's proportions made it clear that it was humanoid, though considering there were lumps on the chest and between the legs, Dan couldn't tell what gender it might have been. It's "arms" were behind its back, seemingly stuck, and at it's feet were encased in... something. Rope? Rags? Inscribed on it's base were words in some language Daniel didn't know. Presumably, it translated to The Target of Ire, or whatever the old guy had called it, when he was spinning that dumb story about the artist.
"Ugly looking thing," Dan muttered to himself, slinging it under his arm, "I can see why people punished the artist." As he continued down the street, he got a lot of strange looks, the people passing by staring at the odd artwork he was carrying. Daniel sighed, walking a little faster...
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