“Who’s that?” Topzetryien pointed at the painting on the wall; the stairs of the dormitory tower were lined with portraits, but several were larger than others. This one, this one had a place of honor and a frame a handspan wide, gilded and trimmed and carved in scrolls and faces.

“Oh, [NAME HERE]?” Dimyezze was in her fifth year at Edally and had appointed herself tour guide for the first-year students. “The Tower was named for [HIM/HER] originally, back in the day when it was just towers. Sometimes you’ll still catch people calling the House [NAME] House.”

“What did [NAME HERE] do?”

What did [NAME HERE] do? You tell me! Bid here or here.

My naming rights auction – main post here is still going strong. Don’t you want to be a part of my world?

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“Good old [NAME HERE] Hall.” Tairiekie’s father thumped the thick stone of the building. “Heavy stone, loose roof, isn’t that what they say, Dairdo?”

“It’s what they say. But you know it isn’t true, Biem.” Tairiekie’s mother shook her head. “The roof is as secure as any other building, Taikie, and don’t let your father tell you differently.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tairikie ran her hands over the stone. It even felt old. “Who was [NAME HERE?]”

Who was [NAME HERE] (read in robotic voice, a la Futurama), anyway?

Bid here to tell me all about them!

My naming rights auction – main post here is still going strong. Don’t you want to be a part of my world?

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