A New Face, Traded For Old

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Ehierir'heial sits alone in the empty tea lounge, an old but elegant vest and attire set before him on the table. He stares into the fabric solemnly, a century of adversity and sorrow weighing upon his shoulders as a stream of thoughts mull over in his head. After a long moment, he stands, producing a painting he had hidden in the back storeroom of the lounge and wandering off to return it to its rightful place in the halls of the Citadel's second floor. 

 

 

He finds his way back to the tea lounge in no hurry, taking the fine garments from the table and disappearing into the kitchen, emerging moments later as he once had so many years before.

 

 

He folds his arms behind his back, repeating in the empty hall words he had not heard himself say for decades on end before starting off into the Citadel.

 

"I am Acaele Lazul. I am Acaele Lazul. I am Acaele Lazul."

 

It would not be long before word spread.

 

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.