[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181205/c7cf20dae40f22b5021b3131d6ad097d.png[/img][/center][hr] Ar´oa had assumed that the continually morphing splendor of the creature, no, Mirithal, would be what his mind would center on for the duration of their introductions, but Stephanie had more shocking information for him. She had been completely unaware of her inner thoughts being violated and shared to those around her this whole time. He thought that she was surely aware of it and was wearing the amulet because it bestowed some other enchantments that had made it a worthwhile accessory, or even for ceremonial or cultural reasons. He recalled her words of contempt towards her mother, the woman who had gifted the amulet, and reasoned that it made sense in context. 

The rest of The Sanctuary´s visitors had begun to engage in lively antics with one another, but what had stood out the most among their conversations was the bestowing of a new name to the tree creature. Giving each other temporary names was an ordinary facet of the anubis lifestyle, but it was clear from R´s words that there was more significance to it than privacy. Mirithal, as it was now called, spoke in a way that had reminded him strongly of some of the spirits he had crossed paths with in his lifetime. It made the fantastical beast more familiar to him in behavior than anyone else present, ironically enough.

What followed after their introductions was a tour around The Sanctuary´s facilities that concluded with a display of what would be their living quarters. Ar´oa had been surprised at the overwhelming abundance of everything around him to say the least. Food and equipment plentiful and offered to him with no drawbacks or requirements, as well as instructors qualified to guide one through them. He thought back to his ordinary life, one of fighting with disgusting beasts over scraps of food and raiding dangerous decrepit buildings for any technology to put to use. No longer would he have to survive in such hostile conditions. Ar´oa would thrive now.

The nausea that hit him as R prepared their rooms registered as a minor annoyance to him. Dealing with forces that could break your mind regularly tended to strengthen your insides after all. He was more curious with how his room would be set up over anything else, seeing as the Wasteland was no place for extravagant beds and wooden furniture. He had imagined it would be identical to the sorts of rooms described in storybooks, heavy and impossible to move around if you had to travel elsewhere. What he had seen had rendered that assumption completely incorrect, however. 

It was an endless desert, one with calm winds and soft sands. In the distance lay a lone tent that beckoned to him with all of the embroideries and accents that would be typical for his caravan. Farther still was a pristine oasis adorned with exotic plant life. Both the tent and water were a beautiful shade of sapphire that contrasted with the sun-tinged surroundings and promised relief. He left quickly after. The magic used to render this "ideal bedroom" was interesting, but he had a lot of energy left and an insatiable drive to find out more about the castle. Before any serious exploring would get done though, he walked over to the mess hall to prepare. It seemed that regardless of being promised safety, the scavenger in him yearned to desperately eat now in case the opportunity was taken from him later on. That and, well, the anubis was hungry.

Entering the mess hall, Ar´oa saw a young human eating by herself, one that he recognized as Stephanie. He entered the kitchen and prepared a platter of cooked meats whose origins he did not identify nor care about. Eating the various monstrosities that plagued his homelands had conditioned him to have no qualms with scarfing down meat of all kinds. He was used to eating raw meat as well, but knew that other races disapproved of such practices. 

He walked over to where Stephanie ate, a robed pillar of blue that moved elegantly across the mess hall in long strides. 

[color=d4d691]"Do you mind if I eat alongside you?"[/color] he asked. While normally one to eat alone, he had several questions on his mind.