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The museum was coming along nicely.
(Granted, nobody comes around and looks at it often.)
She considers this… penance. Something she owes to the server, and something she hopes people enjoy– the point of museums is that they're visited, anyways. It's honestly a shame, how few people come here.
It's odd. She knows she was here for these exhibits. She laid the bricks that make the display of L'Manberg's walls, she sat around a table for discussions in the Camarvan.
Somehow, it feels distant. Even as she brushes fingertips against burnished leather– it feels like she wasn't there at all.