The acolytes were divided based on their cleaning stations.
There was enough of them to do every chore and, with their highly trained minds and bodies, they performed this to the best of their abilities. With sweeping and scrubbing of the floors. With the wiping of all the windows. With the washing of all the dirty clothes and, the cleaning of the bathroom.
While doing all of this, Damian, Cleo and, Blaze huddled themselves together. They worked on a single area and, because there was no juror guarding them, the three were able to have their much needed discussion. After all, there was something bothering all of them. The same thing to be exact which is, the meeting of the jurors.
“They definitely know.” Cleo said; scrubbing the cobblestoned floor of the bathroom. With a bunch of dirt
