Harol was rather happy walking to their rooms with Freya. Holding her hand was something he had never realized would be a cause for such happiness. Why was it so was somewhat unclear, as they had after all known for a rather short while, but on the other hand they had already been through life risking situations, and knew they could depend on each other. There was still this odd gnawing confusion on his feelings towards Freya, but he was sure what he felt was nothing wrong.

Arriving to the hallway with their rooms, Harol stayed at the door of his own while Freya headed for hers. As soon as it was clear that Freya had found her room, Harol opened the door into his. It became immediately apparent that someone had been there, for the bed had been made again after Harol had been lying on it and having the discussion about his birthrite with Freya, who had listened and helped him deal with the fact of what had happened. Although he still was not remotely done with the subject, it had helped heaps. Then another mark of someone was a little message left on a drawer: "Not quite ready. Just a moment more, if you will."

Not long after Harol had finished reading the note, a young female servant appeared at the door. "Harol sir, your bath is ready", she exclaimed. "Please follow me!" Harol had not been called a sir before. He was honoured by this fact, but did not let it distract him. Now for the longest while, he left his staff behind and then followed the person a floor downwards and to the doors of the bathroom. "Enjoy a relaxing bath sir", she said and opened the door to the spacious bathroom with tons of marble decorations all around and careful tilework finishing the borderline exaggaratedly rich look of the room. But the most important thing of them all for Harol was the bathtub, or more like a pool. It could easily fit three people, but now it was his, and his alone. Harol closed the door behind him, locked it down and undressed. Stepping to the pool felt heavenly after his journey as the warmth of the water took over from the colder air. He would spend some time here... Just relaxing and letting the weariness wash off...