Opening and stepping into my vault, I was hit by the sense of nostalgia once again. Even though I was here not long ago, it always gave me a sense of remembrance of a life so long ago. Seeing the rows of books, some of my own works, from the middle ages. The chest once filled with ancient currency, now filled with modern ones. The stands where my Ceremonial Archfey attire sat, had an empty one next to it. Once holding the very robes now donned on my person. 