224 Orenmir

Awaken by the clattering of footsteps outside, at around six, a new morning began. The past few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. Information given yesterday by Adete had forced the mind to work throughout the night. "I feel empty," he mumbled whilst opening the curtains behind which laid the balcony. A step outside into the heartless freezing dawn had made chills pierced through the skin and into the bones. 

 "Lovely morning," Adete voiced still half-asleep, her head leaned on Staxius's neck.

 "It sure is," he proceeded to stretch and yawn thus breaking the prison that bound all to this world – sleep.

 "Lively bunch," she added in jest, no response as usual from her master. He instead made way into the hall with only a t-shirt and boxers, nothing more nothing less.