There are three hours left before the sun will rise from the distant sea level, replacing the eerie night with the relatively safe and stable daylight—if the sun indeed rises normally.
Duncan glanced at the mechanical clock hanging not far away, its hands moving steadily.
"Do you plan to wait for the sunrise?" a goat-headed voice suddenly asked, "There are still three hours."
"…Waiting around for three hours is less interesting than sitting here looking at a mostly pale sea chart," Duncan shook his head, stood up to stretch his shoulders, and slowly walked toward his bedroom, "I'll go rest for a while. If I'm not out before sunrise, you can just call me."
"At your service."
Duncan nodded, pushed the door and returned to his bedroom, carelessly tossing the paper with the mystical emblem on it onto the desk, heading toward the bed not far away.