"Good, good", lord Mortimer replied to Freya's acceptance of Harol as a teacher. "You may begin at any time after this meal, although I understand if you are busy with... Other things. Such as your studies, Harol", he continued. This left Harol to wonder what significance did the pause hold. Was it a simple pause as he gathered his thoughts or was it something else? He couldn't tell, but he was leaning towards the latter. Whatever the case, Harol didn't mind the possibility of spending more time with Freya, he did not mind it at all.

After Freya had chose her piece, Harol picked one for himself, followed by Mortimer and lastly Cyrus. During this choosing, a couple servants had brought everyone goblets with red liquid within. Harol lifted the goblet near his nose, and could instantly tell that it was red wine. Nothing peculiar about that. House Clasz was not exactly known for having the greatest wine cellar out there, but it was definately at least as good as what one could purchase within bigger taverns. Had to have some standards, even if the Oracles rarely drank any sort of alcohol. Come to think of it, house Arkdal was oddly liberal with their alcohol usage. Might be the fact their Warlocks had enough sense not to invoke doom upon their house when drunk. Oracles just hated the loss of clarity alcohol brought, as if the visions were not unclear enough as is.

The rest of the dinner passed fairly silently, with only small talk of no real importance being discussed for the rest of the time (and even then that was mostly between lord Mortimer and his guests, given Cyrus had decided to shut up). That left more of time for enjoying the roast and drink, and that in turn led into the roast being entirely eaten by the group. A surprisingly big amount of it vanished into the direction of lord Mortimer, but he had mentioned duck roast being one of his long time favourites.

"Well then", he said as everyone had finished their final pieces, "I will be going to sleep now to let my eyes recover if all of you do not mind." With that, a familiar looking manservant rushed to him, and helped the blinded man out of the hall. Cyrus rose up as well, as did Harol. "Harol, I trust you can find the way to your room. Just backtrack our way here", Cyrus told Harol, and Harol nodded in response. He was still denied access to the main hall. He started to find this increasingly troubling, but dared not say a word. "As for you Freya... Your room is on the same hallway as Harol's. You'll see it once you get there." And then he was off too, leaving Harol and Freya together just outside the dining hall door while servants kept cleaning up the table behind them.

"Well, that was that I guess", Harol stated and glanced at Cyrus' back with a confused look in his eyes. Something had changed with the man during the day. However, now it was the time for his bath! Harol started to make his way towards his room, making sure Freya followed. He let his left hand hang relaxed on his side. It would be easy to grab if she wanted to walk like that to their rooms.