After a restful sleep, the sun returned to Oakhurst, and life went on as usual. The Inn briefly bustled with activity as people came down to have breakfast, though Dymiira slept through most of the morning. Arvin went about his rounds, delivering things to and from the various houses in the town. He visited Bella, the old witch being her usual cheerful, if also somewhat misanthropic, self. Bella went back into her shack, brewing up nothing more than stew made from a rabbit she had mysteriously caught herself. Arvin soon met with Lucy before she headed back to the inn, giving her a kiss that she somewhat hesitantly received.. All in all, it looked to be another boring day in the small town.