Draig woke up this time feeling refreshed, the troubles of the night were still on his mind as he attempted to figure out what the meaning behind the words spoken in his subconscious. The Silent God that was currently acting as his heart wasn't operable in it's old capacity at least to his understanding it wasn't.
Draig rose from his bed and dressed himself before leaving his room and treading to the main room where he came to enjoy his tea and over see the work done by the Deva under his banner. He was moderately impressed when he came down to see that the large pit like arena was finished and the Unaffiliated Deva laid about covered in dirt. This would be a shocking scene as Deva were recognized as noble existences wherever they went save for those of the Dark Deva who only served demons.
As Draig watched them he was soon met by Souta who looked beyond exhausted as he was covered in sweat and was breathing heavily.
