"Big questions.. you will learn the answers. Most. well. Answers are dangerous to little minds. Yours is thirsty. you are now drinking." She said.
Time had come late in the day as a majority of the acolytes wandered to the dorms where they slept.
It wasn't rooms per-say, the building was domed and sunken into the ground and this afforded ant hill like chambers that split off along the ground and under it.... oddly.... like a hive...
The hive architecture wasn't lost as though there were skylights at ground level there where stained glass and holographic art (the flat kind) seemingly pressed into polished steel or glossy surfaces all over the sub Terran clusters.
Down to a cluster where there was a statue of a man. "Ignota" it was titled. It was a roman centurion, every part of the statue was highly detailed even with small hints of color.. the texture of the marble was even formatted that to the touch the material of his..leather armor, plated scale, his shield.. and even his skin.. all felt different and looked lifelike... But he had no face.
"He is Specter or.. Ignota...unknown... he guards your chambers.. also shows you where home is." Vira said.
Beyond the statue was indeed a chamber of beds, cots, living areas... decentralized.. but oddly flowing seemingly a natural flow to enhance community to its inhabitants few of which where inside.
"Rest here.. in morning time we.. maybe doing more harvest..or.. other duty. Depends on the Nine, if they have time to see you." she said. bidding him rest.
There was a Blonde haired man watching holonet inside with earplugs, and what looked like one of the hunched over addled initiates sweeping up something in what.. you "think" is a kitchen.
