Sitting against smooth, clay stairs, Yuler gazes into the skies overhead. Her eyes fill with pinks, reds, yellows, and purples as she skims the many glittering dots that have begun to show through. Yet, the impending future does not allow her to enjoy what she sees. As she continues to do so, the sound of hard soles clopping against the patio behind her becomes audible. Knowing who it is that is approaching her, she does not turn to see."Enjoying yourself?" Marne wonders, finding a place to sit alongside her."If you could call it that." Yuler curls her lips in his direction as she examines the moons on the horizon."An exceptional sight to see. When it can be seen, that is." Marne juts a finger towards a small red outcropping against the surface of the foremost moon. Then, leans back on both arms so as to take in the view himself."It's certainly a rare occasion. Isn't it?""Indeed." Marne's eyes widen with wonder as he looks over the surface of the second moon. Vibrant red fields,

Polished floorboards creak underfoot, echoing off white, floral walls and filling the halls with life. Windows with rounded yet pointed arches let in the warm morning light through pulled-back, dark green curtains, and allow the sounds of morning birds to travel throughout the manor. Yuler admires the simple, yet elegant architecture as she passes through gothic arches at each bend and new hall, having managed to lose her way after leaving the quarters she had been given the day before. The Decwick's lifestyle was something she has only ever dreamt of, as living such a life in times like these... seems only a fantasy. As she continues to search for the stairwell leading to the primary floor, she manages to catch a whisper coming from somewhere not far off. With her curiosity getting the best of her, she creeps further down the hall; ensuring that she does not allow the hardened heels of her boots to give her away."All in due time, dear sister."The voice of Samuel becomes clear as Yu

Walking with haste through city streets and tucking away when strangers appear, the party attempts to keep themselves concealed in the darkness of a still lingering night sky. Dodging streetlights and lit-up windows, they press on. Leaving Lee to guide their way. As they brush through an alley, Lee puts up a hand, signaling for them to stop. He then presses himself up against a cold cobble wall and the others do the same. Soft clops come from where the alley meets the main streets once again, and shortly after it is heard, the sound comes to pass. Marne studies the figure as it passes, and two others that do so shortly after. Each wears a similar attire to their own."Bethel Nostrum?" He asks in a hushed tone. He receives nothing more than a nod from Lee, who gives him a swift glance before motioning for them to follow once more.Stepping out of the shadows and onto a sidewalk, they pass a horsedrawn carriage, then another. Each with their animals still fastened at their fronts. Yuler

Marne and Yuler find themselves ogling Maciofim's architecture as they wander the streets in fresh linens; Courtesy of Lee and Hael. With the sun now protruding from the horizon and casting its rays over the city once more, gold plating can be seen in nearly each and every one of the towers that have come to be. It is clear to them that The Bethel's grasp on the lives of the citizens is responsible for this, as the gold that shines the brightest remains that which coats the roofs of The Bethel's towers. The pair continue to examine their surroundings at their own will without speaking a word for some time until Marne breaks the silence between them."It's truly no wonder that a place like this can not exist in every corner of the globe. What with all the time and resources it surely took them to put it together. Hm?""Hm." Yuler remains fixated on nearby shops and the abundance of people that litter the streets and alleyways. Curious as to how so many could be packed so close together

Water sloshes around Yuler's ankles as the pitch-black depths of The Bethel's dungeons consume her, leaving nothing to be seen but a dull light at the entrance point of a seemingly endless stairwell. As she continues to trek downwards, she acknowledges that the water around her seems to be pouring in from city sewage, as the odor alone is enough to blur what vision she does retain in such a place. When she finally reaches the base of the stairs, using nothing but a hand and the walls to guide herself, a new light source is found. Around the frame of what she can only assume to be a door, a glowing orange arch grasps her attention and she quickly moves towards it. Once the wooden barrier is felt by the pads of her fingers, she begins searching for a handle at either corner of the door. Once located, she attempts to open it, but to no avail. Assuming it to be locked and likely guarded, she backs away and readies the same shoulder that had been injured. Then, she charges the door. Soften