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Eisen walked silently, following the nomadic giant clan amongst his own people. As he walked, he did some of the more simple work on the figures that he could, like placing the eyes into the otherwise finished wooden animals. It was a good distraction for him, to say the least. He still didn't know what happened last night. Sure, Eisen often got lost in his work, but never like this. Never to the point where he quite literally lost track of time. It was like the whole night was merged into the timeframe of a couple of minutes, and he wasn't able to recall any particular single moments within that memory. But this wasn't just restricted to last night either.