Harol moved his eyes between Freya to the two servants for a moment whilst following their conversation, but then turned his attention to his pile of belongings and grabbed the staff he had instinctively reached out for before. "Well, as I am most definitely not needed in the upcoming treating of my friend's arm, I think I'll just head for the library. There was something that caught my eye down there. I trust you all can direct people my way if anyone comes looking for me? I'll be right back here once I'm done!" And with that, he was already on his way back to where they had originally met lord Mortimer for a brief moment, staff making the clinking noise it always did as the rings kept bobbing in the "horns" of the staff.

As he had entered the hallway and closed the door behind him, he let out a sigh. He wondered if he had gone too far calling Freya a friend, but really, he had just been in a hurry to get out before the wound was to be taken out from it's bandaging. He hated to see blood, and Freya only got this wound thanks to him... Harol would rather just forget about the thing existing. Promptly continuing his walk towards the library he said he was going to visit (and his staff announcing it at least halfway through the hallway), Harol wished the book really was as interesting as it had first seemed to be. However, he did not quite make it all the way to the library before somebody called out for him just as he was heading into the stairs. "Sir Harol! Please wait!" Harol did not recognise the voice, but soon another more familiar one could be heard "Oh, we found him already? Good!" The latter voice was of no other than lord Mortimer. Well it did make sense: the servants were scheduled to arrive after Mortimer's eyes had been treated. "I had something to show you Harol. Come to the library with me, will you?"

It was a quicker walk with lord Mortimer actually knowing where he was going (with the added benefit of a servant with a working pair of eyes making sure he didn't collide with anything) than Harol could've done alone, and they were quickly back in the big library. "I think I did let Cyrus show you to your rooms if my eyes were to act up... yes, I did. Not his fault we had to take that little detour. Anyway, I left a book around the table here... Harol, you've got eyes, please fetch it for us and open it where the mark is placed", Mortimer instructed, and Harol did as told. It was, after all, what he had planned to do here anyway. "You see... The Arkdal bloodline does indeed utilize a certain birthrite... they don't tell it to their young at first, as they might rebel against the thought... they are usually told as they finish their studies and are comfortable with how they are... but now, I trust you deserve to know, Harol. Read as much as you'd like, and ask away if needed... for you have always carried the blessing, or curse, depends... of the Eldritchian Battery."

Harol found it hard to believe his ears. What was this all out of a sudden? He swallowed air and slowly opened the book where he had opened it once before, to see the now familiar words: [i]Eldritchian battery, a.k.a. Surgeflow ritual[/i]. Another empty gulp followed as his eyes scanned over the first section:
[b]The effects[/b]
[i]The Eldritchian battery is to be performed onto a human in their first week, for anything after that will not let their body accustom to the sheer flow of magic the ritual will bring, and will usually render them unable to cast a thing for their lives if performed late. Nevertheless, a properly performed Surgeflow Ritual can, and [u]will[/u] greatly amplify the magical prowess of a mage, but on the other hand renders them completely and utterly unable to cast spells of lesser nature, thanks to the sheer overflow of power being absolutely choked in an attempt to produce a weaker spell. Such chokes have also been deemed detrimental to a mage's health[186][/i]
Harol couldn't believe his eyes. Had... had this been... what... ho... I... But all he could muster to as was: "What is this number here?" "It points to a more detailed part on the matter addressed in the end of the book", Mortimer answered. "I can see you find this all hard to swallow. I will give you all the time you need." Harol almost sobbed, but managed to keep the tears within his eyes, and read on. After all, he needed to know.