The Tin Woodman
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Card 6 of 19
Ally
Common
A man of tin, rusted solid mid-swing for a whole year. Oil his jaw first — then his arms, then his legs, squeaking along with every joint as he creaks back to life. He shoulders his axe and joins the quest, hoping for a heart.
Frozen mid-chop since last autumn. He would like to file a complaint about the rain, now that his jaw works.
Ally
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