Who was Mara? When he first met her, Jackle hadn’t the faintest idea how to answer such question. Now? As the Ring Finger of her royal Black Hand? Well, he’d be likely say that his Duchess was a benevolent and curious ruler. What he wouldn’t though, is that her very existence horrified him. It wasn’t the fact that she’d sold their world of magic to machines, or that her end goal was the destruction of that very same world, but rather why she would do those things. He was the only one in their group who knew, and it ate at him every day, but he understood. For now though, they searched for the remaining Obelisks- Which is why he was currently trudging through knee-deep snow up a craggy mountainside. Each member of the Black Hand had their strengths, and his just happened to be an ideal match for psychotic artificial intelligences from beyond their world.