He sighed, as contentment lead to boredom. Nani had not awakened yet, so he was afforded a break from her pain and misery. But with no class until the next bell, which was quite unusual! He was unsure with what to do with himself. It seemed to him many felt the same way, with the regular routine broken from the Dark Ones foul touch on the Tower.
"Bloody good enough time as any." He blurted, as he stood from the bench. He walked away, leaving behind a small pile of paint chips under the wooden bench. He entered the Tower, and crossed the foyer. He saw workers everywhere cleaning, and replacing damaged tapestries and art. It seemed the broken vases had all been taken away.
Even though he was not particularly a fan of art, he felt the loss, as many who called this place home did. He had liked that painting of the Stone of Tear. It had not been the most accurate, but it had reminded him of the place he had called home.
"Bloody farts of Evil…" He swore softly under his breath, as the bundle of chaos known as Nani Hatherton awoke within his mind. "What was i bloody thinking…"
