Harol smiled back at Freya, them both beaming with happiness, a feeling most peculiar to two people who had had their lives threatened just this morning, and in the preceding day to boot. Now within the walls of house Clasz however, all this seemed so very distant, and the cause of happiness was right before them. It made sense to be happy. And that was exactly what Harol and Freya were. Two happy people, staring into each others eyes.

However, their doing nothing was interrupted by a knock on the door. Harol released Freya's hands, crouched to pick up his staff and headed for the door. Behind the door was no other than Cyrus with the manservant seen accompanying lord Mortimer most of the time. "Our esteemed guests, the dinner will be served shortly. I suggest you follow me to the dining hall", Cyrus bellowed. "And if there is anything you would like to request to have shortly after, do bring it to my attention post haste", the servant added.

"Well, I would love a bath today, the earlier the better", Harol said to the direction of the servant, and then turned to Cyrus "I have nothing more to ask now." "Then it is up to your friend here to time our departure to the dining hall", Cyrus muttered. Apparently the tone of his voice did not please the servant who shook his head, but quickly returned to his professional self: "So, miss, any special arrangements for you?"