Harol simply nodded at Freya's answer about as absent mindedly. The exchange of words had not consisted of anything truly meaningful, much unlike what Freya did say next. Harol did not process her works thorougly before she had already left the room, so his answer happened to be an alarmingly calm and collected "Sure, I'll seek you out if needed". Only once he had left the room behind her and finished closing the doors, he realized what she had really said and done. On the roof? Really? Well, if it was what she'd do, Harol really wasn't going to argue about it. She was simply enjoying her just reward from their deal.

Harol waited to see if a servant would happen to walk by, but after a moment of literally nothing of the sort, he grew bored and decided to seek one out. He had been at the house before, but it had always been rather restricted, so he was not aware where these people had their kitchen, or any other sort of facility with something to drink. Thus, the ever so iconic clinking, tingling, jingling and jangling of his ring decorated staff reverbrated in the hallway as the warlock moved out.

In a few moments he indeed did come accross a servant, who promised to bring Harol something to drink. The promise was welcome, but now that he had been walking for a moment the fact that he had been on the road for quite some time was evident in the tired feeling within his muscles. Before the servant had even made it as far as round the next corner, Harol shouted "I'll be in my room!" and moved back to where he had came from. No matter how much he now desired to be able to process all the information he had learned during the day, his brain refused to do so, instead grinding on a standstill of nothing. Maybe having such relief from finally getting to safety and finding out about the shocking family tradition was just too much for a day. Maybe if he could just sleep past this all...

And apparently his brain was being extremely slow today, for Harol suddenly noticed he had been wondering this nothingness in front of the door to his room for some undefined amount of time. Quickly reaching for the keys, Harol entered the room before anyone could see him spacing out in the hallway, and left the door open for the servant to bring the drink. Maybe he should just sleep after that...