As the sun began it's ascent towards the heavens the citizens that lived under the protection of the kingdom of Raphael all began to stir in their homes, each of them eager to begin their daily ritual. Children were roused from their beds and made to groom themselves and leave for school, men left to earn coin with the trades that they shined best in, and the women who did not accompany the men went about doing house work or visiting one another for the latest gossip. Yes, it seemed as though everyone was busy with one sort of task or another. Everyone save for one. A lone man standing outside of the kingdom's church stifled a yawn as he watched everyone move about. To the unaware it would seem as though the man was lazy or had just woken up and was fighting off the delicious spell that was drowsiness. This could not be any further from the truth however; the man standing outside of the church was not lazy, but he was indeed drowsy. His drowsiness did not come from his recent awakening however, rather it came from the fact that the man had awoken hours before the sun had even begun to rise.

Cain Argus watched with silent fascination as people moved back and forth along the city streets, acting for all the world as though the they had no idea that the potential for war was upon their doorstep. Then again, perhaps they did know and simply did what they could to distract themselves from the thought. Cain honestly wasn't sure these days. A tug on the back of his cassock alerted the bishop to the presence of a young boy, one of a dozen children that the church had taken in when their parents were claimed by death for one reason or another. He turned and knelt down to look the boy in the eye, his tired and haunted expression replaced with one of reserved warmth and patience, "[color=0076a3]How might I help you, my child?[/color]", he said softly, "[i]We didn't see you at breakfast Father Argus, is everything alright?[/i]". Cain chuckled softly at the boy's concern. He had indeed missed his morning meal, but in exchange for it he'd been able to find the time to both patrol the kingdom's borders before even some of the knights had risen, and file the necessary paperwork to ensure the church would not be in need of extra funding any time soon.

"[color=0076a3]I appreciate your concern, my child. I assure you that I am fine, after all, the light of God and his angels shines upon me as much as it does upon you, does it not?[/color]", The boy pretended to debate this, his face scrunching up in an exaggerated manner before he nodded a few times "[i]Yessir[/i]". Cain smiled and reached up to tousle the boy's hair with a gloved hand, "[color=0076a3]Right, now then, don't you think it's time that you went back inside? Sister Freya will tan your hide if you miss you class you know.[/color]". As the child reentered the church Cain stood and turned back to the streets, his face an unreadable slate beneath a few loose strands of brown hair.