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The Acolyte was tending to miscellaneous business when a summon caught her ears. She started in a lope to the source of the call, coming upon the presence of The Overseer. Zsuzsa vaguely heard of his name and rank in passing with Kynareth when he escorted her to the Saints but never officially met him until now.
 
Upon seeing him, her steel gaze couldn’t stray away observing the details of his abhorrent scarring: lesions deeply adorning the right side of his visage and his right ear practically ruined to shreds. Zsuzsa concluded he certainly saw and experienced a thing or two in his time.
 
”You called.” Zsuzsa said as a statement rather than a question. Her head and ears dipped low in a gesture more so submissively to The Overseer than in a manner of greeting. She was still testing the waters on how lower tiered members addressed the higher ones. Kynareth made it seem so lax but perhaps that was just him.