Routine, routine, routine: that's what Dahlia had been doing. Like most days, she had leapt out of her bed minutes before 6 AM. After spending those minutes cleaning herself up and putting on her work clothes, she went to work on the morning preparations for the library. Her morning duties primarily included moving carts for the other, more withered scholars and doing a cursory inspection on the state in which the library was is. After all, for the more educated city folk, the knowledge that was being held within the library's walls was a necessity. The knowledge of the world that had been collected over generations was housed primarily in this place. Most could only read common books of no historical importance. The more... rare books had a tendency to fall apart if one so much as glanced at a page incorrectly. Such was the life of a book. Paper had a tendency of lasting no more than a few dozen years, especially if the keeper of the book kept it as a coaster.

At exactly 8 AM, Dahlia got out of her clean, sanitary work clothes and put on her thick outside garments. Kept far away from any book rarer than 'Basic Arithmatic for Children', the garments contained the dust and undesirable particulates that the outside world so often contained. Even though she did her best to clean and detox her outside clothes, they could never fully get clean, so it would seem. Well, that didn't quite matter. They were just going to get dirty once again. Leaving towards a cafe that would open its doors at 8 (considering how the proprietor also lived there), she went to grab her breakfast.

Of course, she would eat the same thing that she ate for breakfast every day: a cup of tea, a cup of milk, a handful of roasted berries, and a considerably sized piece of bread. As she chomped down on her meal, something caught her eye. On the ground, somebody else's berry had fallen and made a new home. A greedy fly slowly buzzed down, circled it, and landed. Brief curiosity enthralled Dahlia as she looked at the fly. Well, as good as an opportunity as any. Slowly reaching for a book kept on her hip, she would begin to mark down the interactions of the fly. Suddenly, a second fly began to buzz for the same meal. What was going to happen? Were the flies friends and going to share, or were they enemies and they were willing to fight tooth and nail, er, proboscis and tarsus for the last piece of discarded roastberry? The second fly made his move! It quickly buzzed down onto the back of the first fly and—

Oh. Oh my.

With her breakfast out the way, it was time for Dahlia to figure out what she was going to do for the day. After all, it was finally the day in which she would start her sabbatical. Though, the details of which were a bit fuzzy. The plan was that she, the strongest of the scholars (which wasn't saying much), was to become an adventurer to verify and record all of the information pertaining to the labyrinth. Of course, the idea for it was her own. Even though she wanted to stick to her simple routine of waking, working, sleeping, she felt a dreamlike compulsion to create her future magnum opus: an encyclopedia.

Well, she needed to break the ice with a familia first. Every journey began with a single step. It was more like a couple thousand for Dahlia, though. Unable to gain the resolve, she had spent a few hours pacing outside of a large fenced house that bore the banner of Athena. She'd gain the courage later. After all, her sabbatical was rather long. She could spend some time getting the courage. She could afford that.