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The day goes slowly, with denizens rushing about to do tasks while you have the unprecedented luxury of a slow day. It is discomforting. You watch as the Romans troop down to the docks blindfolded to order the Zama into port and take provisions; they must be desperate for it since they departed swiftly after breakfast. For a moment, you sweat at the thought that your 'guests' will sail away, but the Zama docks without incident. From afar, you see the waterfront come alive with Baphomets streaming back and forth with loads of supplies.
You try to occupy the hours with mundane personal concerns. A hot bath, measurements by the Tailor for new clothing, reviewing reports with your clerks, hiding a page or two of fake names in the Castle, and walking around is not as distracting as you hoped.
The gaping, wide periods of idleness left time to think over the last few days of what had happened. You conclude you have been chasing trauma away with work to occupy your mind. It's not a bad solution in normal circumstances, yet hard work as a panacea to counter remembering the cold dead press of death squeezing life out the marrow of your soul only lasts as long as you keep working like a dog without time to relax. So you set about trying to fill the empty hours with self-imposed tasks. You even actually start exercising, something that you had never before willingly done.
When evening finally arrives, you are exhausted and discover your cat still can't be found. Back in Tokyo, she had always been an indoor cat and never ventured outside the Kuroda house unless leashed. When the evening meal came and went with still no cat to attend, orders to find the wayward cat fell easily from your lips. A gaggle of goats goes off to ask about the missing feline.
The days continue onwards inexorably with interesting developments.
One is meeting with the Spy for the first time. He is a shifty-looking Baphomet and makes a report on the Anarchists and Romans placed under observation. You had been waiting to meet this particular Baphomet.
"Three Anarchists have gone off somewhere; they didn't join the journey to the Quarry. Talk amongst them has it that the three have gone to the city of 'Kyoto' to get books again. Of course, that might be a smokescreen to hide nefarious doings, but we won't know for sure until they return..."
The more the Spy speaks about the Anarchist, the more you wonder if spying on a group of weird socialists is such a great usage of limited resources. You only have one Spy and he has kept watch over the group since its formation.
"What is your threat assessment of these Baphomets?"
