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Sky finally made it to the living quarters, somewhat exhausted from walking all day in the cobweb forest, and saw someone already on the couch. He decided not to disturb him, and went up to the beds as quietly as possible. He fell asleep with much anticipation in his heart, for he would do more exploring when he woke up.

Walking into the living quarters, Mori didn't linger long. There were too many breakables. Instead, she effortlessly climbed the ladder and walked down the hallway to her room. She opened the door and closed it behind her as quickly as possible. The teenage girl set her bow and quiver down while she was inside. Her room wasn't large, but it was cozy. There was only one window, and she had pressed her bed up underneath it. To the left of the door was the large wardrobe to hang up her clothes and store items such as her spare pair of boots. On the right was a dresser for what clothes didn't hang up. Hanging slight over the desk, directly across from the door, a rack for her bow, quiver, and dagger was currently empty, underneath a box of supplies to make more arrows. All of the furniture was made of dark wood, and the walls were carefully plastered in a beige color. At this point, there were no linens, no personal items, no light besides what came through the bare window. But there was a crate in the middle of the room.

The half-demon opened the lid of the crate easily enough, and began to pull out the items she brought with her from her last place to stay. On top were her clothes, carefully folded with scent packets of violets, birch wood shavings, and dried patchouli leaves. She set two of the scent packets in each of the back corners of the drawers, as well as in the top shelf and the bottom floor of the wardrobe. Her white shirts as well as one blood red one found there way into the closet, along with the thick, black wool coat she wore during the winter, and her spare pair of boots. In her drawers, she carefully folded her skirts, corsets, tights, and other clothing and seperated them into organized piles. Returning to the crate, she pulled out an intricately carved dark wood box and opened it. Inside, it was lined with dark velvet, and the silver hoop and garnet stud matching the ones in her ears were kept company with a set of silver bangles, some for around her ankle and others around her wrist, a necklace made of black metal with garnet medallion hanging from it, and a pair of both garnet red and amythest violet hair combs. Mori set the box on top of her dresser, closing it with a careful snap.

The crate now held only a small sewing kit, a leather bound book that served as her journal, another small box, this one not as intricately carved, and her fletching tool kit. Her two kits found their places in the desk among the writing supplies already stored there, and her book was placed in a desk drawer all by itself. The box held two scores of bobby pins, a handful of hair ties, and an ivory hair comb for detangling. It was placed next to her jewelry box. Sitting down on the bare bed, she began to make a mental list of what else was needed. Sheets, pillows, and a blanket were for starters... Curtains, if she could find them, would be nice to block out the early morning light. Mori stood with a sigh, the quiet and ease of unpacking already helping her powers settle, and picked up her quiver and bow once more. Hooked on her belt was her purse, holding what money she had left from traveling here. She wouldn't spend all of it, but she would spend a chunk of it on these last few things for her new room. Leaving her room, she climbed back down the ladder and walked out towards the dock, where she knew the merchants were located.

Returning to the living quarters with her parcels carefully balanced in her arms, Mori blinked at the strange Strider she saw standing there. Figuring he was waiting on someone more important than her, she continued to walk on past him, trying to stay unnoticed. She had felt a little osentanious for the past few hours, and it would make her feel better to stay out of the way for a little while. As it was now, she worried over Jon Grave and the others who had gone into the forest. To the center of her being, she hoped they would be alright.

Two Striders came in giving aid to the Norse warrior. It took it's time and as they where slowly able to get Arenger towards the bedrooms there was a tiny joke about Arenger, his size and his state. There was a weak laugh form Arenger for he enjoyed it a bit. He knew he was big and at this point carrying him up would be a heavy task for the soldiers. Yet as they placed Arenger in his bed they stood guard next to it. Their orders where to aid Arenger but these two had been able to escape the Winowa unharmed thanks to Arenger and by that they would guard him when he slept, even if they doubted that any one could enter to harm Arenger at all in this place. They did it more to show thanks and honor to the big fellow.

"Temp... Temorary Captain Yata...? Wants to see me?" Mori repeated in surprise. Oh, if I find out I'm in trouble because of that stupid Noah... she thought as she unconsciously raised her hand, resting her finger tips just lightly on top of her newest mark. "Very well, I suppose I should hurry along..." Adjusting her quiver on her back, she followed the strider out the door towards the Throne Room. Inside, she was shaking like an autumn leaf, worried that she was deeply in trouble.