Fonder-Grows-the-Heart
Today, I was a penitent high elf on pilgrimage to atone for the destruction of a significant location in the City Beneath.
He doesn't wear a mask any longer, but does have the outline of one tattooed on his face, as a tangible mark of what he lost and does not wish to regain.
It's 4th October 2026. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, they say.