Faust entered the observatory shortly after Devin. Although he had remained awake with the nobles late into the evening, he showed no signs of dishevelment. His hair was neatly combed, and his face was cleanly shaven. He had even traded out his ceremonial armor for the silken coat and breeches of a noble, with knee high, gilded leather boots. At his belt was the same ornate sword from the previous night on one side, and Rod on the other. [i]Good morning, Hero,[/i] Rod spoke, addressing Devin as he and his master came to a halt by a large window. Faust stood at attention, hands clasped firmly behind his back as he surveyed the city and awaited the king.