Despite all the excitement, Freya somehow still found herself able to fall asleep. Just as per usual, it was only a light sleep with no dreams to make her sleep more beautiful, or more horrifying. She never dreamed that much, admittedly, but when she did, the dreams were usually and luckily enough about happy things, rather than awful things that made her wake up in shock. No, Freya was glad that she could honestly say that she was lucky enough to be able to say that she rarely ever had any nightmares.

She found herself waking up pretty early, or at least she thought it was, considering the fact that the sun was still rising and there were only a few sounds coming from the hall just yet. Now, Freya had never been a morning person, always considering it too early to wake up and start travelling again, despite how late it might be, and was always grumpy for at least quite a moment. But that day, it was different. When she woke up this time, she was smiling within just a matter of seconds and eager to get started with the day. The cause of that could've been the fact that she didn't have to get moving again, travelling to wherever the road would lead her, without anyone at her side. Freya was quite sure there was different cause for her happiness, however. It was just one single person who was just a few doors away from her, probably still sleeping, who caused her to wake up this happy. 

So the rogue quickly her shoes, armour, belt and cloak back on, but didn't pull the hood over her head, nor did she put on her veil. She quickly brushed her hair, deciding to let it hang loose, and headed for the door. Freya had quickly found Harol's room, and knocked first. When he didn't answer the door, Freya decided to simply walk in, supposing that he was still asleep. He had told her that it was okay for her to visit and he had left the door open, so it wouldn't be such a big problem if she just walked in and woke him gently, which was exactly what she did.