The acrid scent of burnt silk and linens, the brazier having consumed anything else he might wear, wreaths Lan Zhan in it's heavy stink. He does not seem to care, as stone-faced as ever. He rises as Lan Xichen comes into the courtyard, dipping himself in a bow. Formal, though one arm is too stiff due to injury.
"Lan-zongzhu," he says. He is not here, as his brother. He's here as a Sect leader to inform him of his punishment, and will be addressed as such.
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Date: 2020-11-02 05:13 am (UTC)"Lan-zongzhu," he says. He is not here, as his brother. He's here as a Sect leader to inform him of his punishment, and will be addressed as such.