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A man dressed in Elizabethan garb enters the Nexus as if leading a processional. He see the Sages and spreads his arms wide.
"An Audience."
Turning to his company of players he sees they are no longer behind him. He then sees the Sign.
"A question? Very well. Have you ever thought of a life upon the stage?"
((I apologise for not responding in a timely manner. It would seem that Real Life has decided to have it's way with me.))
"An Audience."
Turning to his company of players he sees they are no longer behind him. He then sees the Sign.
"A question? Very well. Have you ever thought of a life upon the stage?"
((I apologise for not responding in a timely manner. It would seem that Real Life has decided to have it's way with me.))