[He has to take some time away from the gardens immediately after Noelle's death. But Solomon eventually makes his way back up to settle into the great stone archway, slips of paper in his hand and a small black pouch with golden thread sitting in wait. One hand is bandaged at the palm and stretching down past his jacket sleeve, and he seems to be very careful in how still he's holding himself, wincing if he leans to one particular side.
Some of the Extras seem to approach him, but he doesn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, dismissing them quietly and resuming his task. But seeing another Troupe member at least gets him to straighten up a little with an exhale, as though forcing his composure back in line.]
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WEEK TWO - SUNDAY POST EXECUTION
Some of the Extras seem to approach him, but he doesn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, dismissing them quietly and resuming his task. But seeing another Troupe member at least gets him to straighten up a little with an exhale, as though forcing his composure back in line.]
Dainsleif. Have you come to get some air?
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