Morning comes as quietly as expected. Those that aren't too hungover to move left early, or were shamed into quiet meditation by those who are. The faint din of the outer sect can be heard in this silence, giving a feeling of remoteness.
After a quick shower I put on my Priestess Robes and head down to make breakfast. Or maybe it's lunch by now? The kitchen is all but deserted, one lone cook looking like an unfortunate kitchen Omega back in my old pack.
"Nobody else made it?" I ask with sympathy.
"Nobody. I've got breakfast ready though, for 35 so far." He smiles.
"How many more out of this kitchen?" I ask, curious.
"On a good day, this would be enough. But the main kitchen has nobody at all in it so far, and we can expect about three hundred Inner Disciples soon. It gets hot in the dorms, so everyone finds better spots to cultivate during the day."
It really is much hotter here than it was in the mountains. "I'll make oatmeal, you cut and prepare the bowls of fruit."
