Firiel: *wanders through the halls, passing the library, and sees a familiar figure ahead* *softly* ...it can't be... I'm not dreaming again, am I?
Gorlim: *having found his old clothes, he is wandering through the halls slowly, hands sliding over walls, tables, vases -- anything, just remembering and greeting his home*
Firiel: *follows quietly,
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