"Well, this is new," a small, vaguely translucent six-armed figure who wasn't there a moment ago says casually. "You do get to the most interesting places, Zak." it adds, brushing spectral fur away from its eyes.
The creature looks at the Pathfinders. "The questions you were about to ask. No, I am not from the dollhouse, nor do I know anything about it other than what you were all discussing. My name is Markennerie, but Zak here calls me Mark. You might call me a memory from Zak's past, given shape, and like a memory, sometimes I can be called, while sometimes I arrive unbidden. Anything more will have to wait until we are better friends."