Harol returned to the room, clutching Paw's tome against his chest, and somewhat hunched over. His eyes stared blankly in front of him, but it could be seen from his movement that he knew exactly which way he was heading, and from the movement of his mouth, one could tell he was pondering something. He stepped to the side and did let the servants out before turning around to close the door behind him. He then straight up walked to the bed and gently placed the book down, and proceeded to sigh. "Now, you might wonder what on earth is on my mind", Harol said, now standing upright with his other hand stroking his family tattoo while the other was clutching his opposite side. "This book. It... told me something. Things make more sense now. Why I never learnt to throw a simple fireball. Why I never could throw a spark of lightning... It is all written here."

Harol scratched right below his left eye and sat down next to the book, now moving on to scratch his neck for a moment before setting his arms onto his lap. "So... I might need a moment to adjust to this knowledge. If you are interested in knowing what it is, I can read it for you... or you can do it yourself, whatever goes..." Harol truly needed some time to think about this, but just as well he would like to get his thoughts off it for a moment. He was unsure which one of the needs he would give in to. Now turning his head to look at Freya, he remembered something from last night: "By the way... you are wearing your veil here. Last night when I said you might still do it... you were offended. Just came to my mind, that one, probably not even worth the mention I gave it." Although Harol certainly would not object to her taking it off, it was always more pleasant to talk with a person when you could see their face.