Just as Othorman had said, Hans was busy coordinating the cleaning outside:
People were getting up and moving the tables away, some were sweeping the ground and others were doing chores here and there.
Amidst it all, the human kids ran around, playing.
Plates and bowls scattered sparsely across the grounds, stools and chairs stood overhead. It was a mess but somewhat warm sight to behold.
It made Raith miss and want to go back to Antarctica as quickly as he could.
He getting more determined to fight the Sky lord and win. It was his only way out of this damn place after all. And it had to be quick, since he didn't want Thard - Harl to catch wind of anything.
He stopped in the open ground between the main building and the gate, the area had been cleared and the last of the tables were being carried away by some group of soulless that greeted him respectfully.
