The halls of Sleeping Calamity was quiet, expect for the clicking heel steps of two feet as they moved at a casual pace down the hall. *click click click click, click click click click*.
Jikan was up early once again, walking through the pieces of the guild. She wore her Calamity Robe that she had ordered to be personally made. She stood at one of the windows, gazing at the sun...the land...the string people that were begining to come out.