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Sunrise saw activity in the city slowly start to pick up.  Across these early hours of daylight, more and more citizens were leaving their homes to head to work, casting anxious glances up at the north-eastern sky barrier that was under a steady bombardment.

Everyone had been told to continue on with their lives until the time came to be called up the mountain.  It was difficult, but seeing as there was no escape from the city, all they could do was follow the [i]State of Emergency Laws[/i] in place, that had been delivered through the militia door-knocking, newspapers and the magi-tech speaker system in town squares, bazaar and other population-dense hotspots.

For those whose work required them to go outside Valhiem's walls, such as farmers, people of the churches, huntsman and woodsmen, most had been repurposed for the steady flow of distrubtion traffic up and down Citdel Mountain.  Food and supplies were being delivered up to the Citadel in droves and the various municpal buildings:  Halls of the Court, Academy Classroom Halls, and virtually any large enough sheltered area were being turned into areas where people could stay for the duration of the coming the battle.  Other smaller rooms and buildings around Citadel Mountain were used for food storage.

A Courier came down the mountain with Fenna's Spear, MacKensie's Gauntlet and the mysterious trinkets of James and Adam.  She delivered them to The Mended Drum with a very short letter bearing the wax seal of The Academy.  It simply thanked Second Chance for their cooperation.

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The analysis of all items that Second Chance had offered up to Second Chance had ended up pulling all four Heads of Department in to help Identify them.  They met in the morning with the President.

"Nothing?" the President Jordash Sigmar repeated.  "Nothing at all?"

Only Enio Ivey shook his head.  The other 3 Department Heads would not condescend to do so.  However, there were a few comments.

"I would have believed that they were trying to decieve us, and that the items were mundane," Reginald De Wran stated.  "But Source certainly connects with them on a magical level.  But-"

"Not through any Elemental Domain," Clarissa interrupted.

"Thank you, Clarissa," Reginald loudly, dripping with anger and sarcasm.  "Your interruptions are always necessary."

Clarissa looked oblivious to the obvious anger, but she was really just ignoring the gnome.  "I used a special prototype Identification Tool I've been working on and managed sense something."  Everyone was intrigued.  "But upon further inspection, it's just Source Code biographical information of the owners.  All information that can easily be brought up on Magi-Tech software by simply scanning their crystals."

"Well that is more than [i]we[/i] found," Director Yddral Rowan said.  "My best loremasters couldn't activate a single item.  We are looking into any possible similar equipment or jewellery recorded in our archives."

"The more I hear..." the President started.  "...the more I am starting to believe the High Septum."

No one outright agreed, but no one rejected the notion either.  This was all so outlandish, yet no logical explanations could better fit the appearance of Second Chance or their rapid rise in Ascension.  Although Reginald and Clarissa stayed silent, it was they who already believed Areleth.  They also were the only ones in the room who were part of the secret and illegal Ressurection of Clive Michel.