He twisted his lips at the emptiness of all those rooms. It was not like him to sleep him so late, even when afflicted by the Burden of Suffering. He found, since he'd acquired the System, that he'd needed to sleep less than he had in the past. Or it was more like, he couldn't sleep for longer, even if he'd wanted to. Something seemed to be constantly jabbing at him, urging him to wake up and do something with his day.
The stairs creaked as he stepped down them. Here too, everything was empty, though he saw some belongings that had been left behind, and the fire in the centre of the room was well stocked, burning happily away, filling the room with its warmth.
"Strange…" he murmured. They had all the utensils to cook inside now. There was even a pot left untended by the fire, but none of their cooks seemed to have bothered to use it.
