A rose by any other name...

From SCross

Ah, 'Tynan' Wolfsbane. A man of the community, one of the more influential supporters of the arts. It had taken him a long time to realize it... He never would be sure of the exact moment he truly remembered. But, time... ah, time as it often does, it has it's way of changing things. And as things change, so do people.

Though the Wolfsbane was not who he thought he was, he was still afflicted by the marks left by the unceasing flow of time. His name was really Art, funnily enough. It earned a few quiet rumors about him, even after he settled into his manor. He would still support his namesake, the fine music and paintings littering the halls of the manor every night. Still, despite all the time he's had, a wife wasn't taken. He still lives there, alone, with the only exception that of the servants and minstrels that come and go.

The manor would never truly be silent, but the occupant would grow into a tired and mizerly sort. The silence, even with such sights and sounds, would be deafening. But he would always have his pride.

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