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[h2]Morning of Day Two[/h2][/center]
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The blazing sun had set on the newcomers' first day in the Sanctuary causing the inside of the Sanctuary to illuminate with an array of fixed and floating lights. A different group of sentinels relieved their comrades and took over their task of patrolling the grounds. Everyone was free to roam about the castle just as they would do during the night as they was no curfew or rule preventing them from doing so. R himself had no real need for sleep himself so he spent most of the time working on small projects or performing the very rare maintenance on one of the sentinels. There was only one such resident that actually woke up during this time and preferred the peace and quiet that the mostly empty halls provided.

The solar cycle of the Sanctuary was the same inside the room of each resident. Today the sun rose just like any other with a light fog rolling over the land around the Sanctuary. The Anserian named Cisna was just leaving her room, which was a couple doors down from the newly assigned ones given to yesterday's arrivals. Her muscles ached terribly and her nightmares had plagued her sleep once again, but she emerged from her room with a bright smile and a soft demeanor. Everyone else had their own problems so it would be rude of her to trouble them. She didn't want to be viewed as weak when there was so many strong people here. She didn't want their pity. Her arms stretched out wide along with her pearly white wings that had a wingspan twice her height. Cisna chose not to wait for the new people to exit their rooms and headed down towards the mess hall. She was too nervous around new people and always ended up saying something weird if she spoke more than a couple words. 

Vey, Arton, and Volfango were still in the rooms while Voltaire left the privacy of his room. Groggily he raked his hand through his mess of dark, blue-gray hair ending with stretching the skin under his eyes. All he could picture right now was a hot cup of coffee from the mess hall and a warm pastry. He was still adjusting to having all these luxuries at his disposal that he expected any day he would wake up and be back in the normal, shitty world. That being said, he began his walk to the mess hall when he stopped for a moment and looked over his shoulder down the hall where the newbies would be coming from then continued walking. What a weird bunch of people. He supposed that ordinary people with ordinary lives didn't really meet the requirements to be brought here. As long as they didn't bother him, he didn't have an issue with them. There was some injustices in the world that he was going to correct.

A wide assortment of heavenly aromas slowly made its way upstairs from the mess hall, signifying that there was fresh food ready for consumption. R was planning on leaving his chambers in a few moments to join those going to the mess hall and prepare for the day's duties. Last night he was alerted to a rather troubling omen. The first of his counter-measures against the Lich King had been activated, meaning that after completed its initial mission would be arriving here for further instruction. For now, he wanted to see how his new guests had been adjusting to their lives here. This was safest place to be and he intended to keep it that way.