Reflections in a Marble Hall

A facade. It was all a mere facade. He’d played his role to perfection, allowing the others time to finish the assignment. An escort- what fools. Mikal’s thin lips pursed and relaxed into a knowing smile, his lean figure reclined in one of the chairs that lined the marble halls of the palace. It was a habit of his to reflect upon actions he’d previous enacted, and with study of these actions he would be able to eliminate any future mistakes involving unforeseen factors.

The Lord of Deceit was a master of facade, of deception, and ruse. If one were to say Mikal Aello was an enigma, it would be a drastic understatement- for those who’ve even heard of him- and Mikal would be quite content if things would remain that way. Unfortunately they would learn to recognize his handsome features, the gracefully flowing stride that gave onlookers the optical illusion that his boots never touched the ground beneath him, and the jet-black strands of silky hair. Eventually the fools would come to recognize him, and this was his only concern.

Turning his attention back to the present, he began to observe himself and his surroundings. He delighted in the pleasures of an extensive wardrobe, this allowing him
for a diverse collection of clothing and leathers. He had recently acquired the help of a new friend, the Lady Rhaessi, and she’d done a more than satisfactory job in choosing a new outfit or two.

His mind drifted to the meetings he would soon attend, and plans that would be made against those who saw past the devious facade- those he saw as the opposition.

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> A facade. It was all a mere facade. He’d played his role to perfection, allowing the others time to finish the assignment. An escort- what fools. Mikal’s thin lips pursed and relaxed into a knowing smile, his lean figure reclined in one of the chairs that lined the marble halls of the palace. It was a habit of his to reflect upon actions he’d previous enacted, and with study of these actions he would be able to eliminate any future mistakes involving unforeseen factors. > The Lord of Deceit was a master of facade, of deception, and ruse. If one were to say Mikal Aello was an enigma, it would be a drastic understatement- for those who’ve even heard of him- and Mikal would be quite content if things would remain that way. Unfortunately they would learn to recognize his handsome features, the gracefully flowing stride that gave onlookers the optical illusion that his boots never touched the ground beneath him, and the jet-black strands of silky hair. Eventually the fools would come to recognize him, and this was his only concern. > Turning his attention back to the present, he began to observe himself and his surroundings. He delighted in the pleasures of an extensive wardrobe, this allowing him > for a diverse collection of clothing and leathers. He had recently acquired the help of a new friend, the Lady Rhaessi, and she’d done a more than satisfactory job in choosing a new outfit or two. > His mind drifted to the meetings he would soon attend, and plans that would be made against those who saw past the devious facade- those he saw as the opposition.
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